"What special relationship? We're just a boss and his subordinate, that's all," Clara Grant replied, her eyes flickering.
"Really?"
"Of course it's true!" Clara puffed out her chest, as if the gesture would make her words more believable. "You don't believe me?"
"I've always had a hard time believing you!"
Clara Grant: "..."
She wore a wounded expression, as if to say, 'How can you not believe me?'
Holly Summers laughed and quickly placated her. "Okay, okay, I believe you. Happy now?"
Though she said she believed her, it was impossible to tell if she actually did. Holly plopped down on the bed and said with a sigh of regret, "Clara, why can't you and President Quinn just get together? I think you two are so perfect for each other."
'At least, they're a better match than Faye Jennings,' she thought.
"How are we a good match?" A flicker of something stirred in Clara's heart, and she turned to rummage through her wardrobe to hide it.
