Forgetting all about her suitcase, Claire Sinclair scampered downstairs to his office and knocked on the door.
"Mr. Quincy, may I come in?"
"Come in."
Claire Sinclair immediately pushed the door open and walked excitedly up to him. "When are you free? Let's go get divorced."
"I'm not free this month."
"How about this? When you're free, have Aiden Howkins give me a call. I'll race over to the Civil Affairs Bureau and wait for you."
Adrian Quincy just nodded without saying a word.
"Well… I'll be going then."
"Wait."
"What is it?"
"Come here."
As he spoke, Adrian Quincy stood up, turned to open the bookshelf behind him, and began rummaging for something.
Curious, Claire Sinclair walked over and waited in front of his desk.
For some reason, Adrian Quincy, who was always so meticulous and careful, accidentally knocked something over. A large pile of books and files tumbled out, landing at his feet.
