Phoebe Lockwood entered the women's restroom, took out her phone, and made a call. She immediately shouted into the phone, "AAAHH! Mom, I can't take it anymore! You have to help me figure something out!"
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?"
"Mom, you know people in publishing, right? I want to publish a book! I want to write a love story! I want to get my book made into a TV series! I'm going to crush that bitch under my heel and wipe that smug look off her face!"
"Oh, sweetheart, don't be angry. Come home early from work today. Mom will make you something delicious, and then we can sit down and talk about this properly."
Phoebe Lockwood bit her lip hard, her eyes blazing with fury. The resentment in her heart threatened to plunge her into an abyss.
...
「June 2nd arrived quietly.」
As soon as dawn broke that day, Claire Sinclair's left eyelid wouldn't stop twitching, and she had a constant feeling of unease.
