Phoebe Lockwood had also written malformed sentences like "was so flattered it reached mother"...
'The author of this romance novel is "Smiling Angel." It couldn't possibly be that hack Phoebe Lockwood, could it?'
Just as she was puzzling over it, her colleagues, who had been fervently roasting the book, suddenly clammed up and pretended to be busy with their own work.
Phoebe Lockwood, just back from the restroom, saw Claire Sinclair reading the novel she had written. A wave of smugness washed over her as she strode over.
"Claire Sinclair, this is the novel I wrote. I'm already in talks with a production company, you know. Give it a read when you have time. It's going to be made into a TV series."
Having said her piece, Phoebe Lockwood returned to her seat.
Claire Sinclair was speechless.
'Thank goodness that hack wasn't here when we were just roasting it. How awkward would that have been?'
