Claire's POV
Lucius's dismissive attitude only fueled my determination. From that day on, I practically lived at the office, my temporary home becoming a small corner desk surrounded by paper and financial files.
If I'm hungry, I'll eat biscuits and instant noodles. If I'm sleepy, I'll lie down and sleep for an hour. After a few days, I'm very tired, and the dark circles under my eyes have become very obvious.
Early Monday morning, when Joy entered the office, she rushed over to my desk with wide eyes.
"Claire, what did Mr. Watson come here for?"she asked, her voice hushed with curiosity.
I looked up blankly, my brain foggy from lack of sleep. "The capitalist? He hasn't been here."
"I can smell his sc— no, I mean I just came in and saw him leaving," Joy pointed toward t
