Claire Sinclair cast a sympathetic glance at Phoebe Lockwood, who looked ready to dig a hole and hide in it. She wondered, 'Everyone else's desk is neat and tidy. How come Eldest Miss Lockwood's is the only one that isn't…?'
'Maybe she just got back and didn't have time to clean up?'
'Then again, why am I thinking about such pointless things? I must have too much time on my hands.'
Claire Sinclair smiled awkwardly. "My desk is just that empty one over there. Nothing to see. I'll take you to meet my teacher. He's a very impressive man. Come on."
With that, Claire Sinclair grabbed his wrist and, with everyone watching, dragged him toward Henry Hartwell's office.
Everyone stared, stunned.
Did Claire Sinclair just grab Little Prince Hale's hand???
It didn't take long for people to snap out of it and turn to look at Phoebe Lockwood with peculiar expressions.
