Celia Sterling hadn't dared to look at the "Princess Circle" group chat for a whole week.
But in the end, she was cornered at her company's main entrance by Quinn Sinclair, a representative sent by the Princess Circle.
"Security here is so tight. I've come several times, and they wouldn't let me in." Quinn Sinclair grabbed her arm. "Now that I've finally got you, I don't care what you say. You owe me two hours, at least. Let's go grab some coffee."
"This is the core R&D department for the company's products. It has to be strict. Too many rivals are targeting The Sterlings." Celia Sterling resignedly let herself be led toward a nearby coffee shop. "Next time you're looking for me, just come to the Sterling estate. It's not like you don't know the way."
"I'm the one who just talked you into going to that club..." Quinn Sinclair said sheepishly. "I'm afraid I'll run into your brother, and he'll come after me."
