Claire Sinclair's heart tightened, and she hurried in right behind him.
After closing the door, Claire Sinclair walked cautiously to the desk. "Teacher Hartwell, was there something you needed me for?"
"Not really. Just help me tidy up the office... YAWN..." After speaking, Henry Hartwell let out a lazy yawn, his imposing aura instantly vanishing.
Claire Sinclair raised an eyebrow. 'Was this guy serious just now?'
'Oh well, it's never wrong to follow the boss's orders.'
Claire Sinclair rolled up her sleeves and started organizing the items on the bookshelf.
Henry Hartwell secretly glanced at Claire Sinclair's busy figure from the corner of his eye, the corners of his lips turning up. "Claire Sinclair, I asked you to clean the office, and you don't have a single complaint?"
"This is part of my job. Why would I complain?"
"With your current status, I have no right to order you to do anything."
Hearing this, Claire Sinclair took a deep breath and said earnestly,
