Every time Seth Quinn's phone lit up, he could see the caller ID clearly. It was always Clara Grant.
'Seriously, what was with these two?'
'Did they have to flaunt their love so much? Couldn't they just let everyone have a normal meeting?'
'Were they trying to rub it in the faces of all the single guys here? I hate this! WAHHH...'
Every time Seth Quinn stepped out, everyone in the room was left dumbfounded. In the last half hour, their eyes had nearly popped out of their heads, and their jaws had just about hit the floor.
'Didn't President Quinn usually hate being interrupted during meetings more than anything? So what was going on? Not only did he show no sign of anger, but he was also wearing a gentle smile so unsettling it made one's skin crawl.'
