Neither of them spoke, waiting in silence for a long time. Suddenly, a minibus pulled up by the side of the road, its body bearing the logo of the Astoria Daily Press.
The main group was finally here...
Panic began to set in for Claire Sinclair.
'Even though this place was a monument to my sister's achievements, I'm not her. After I go in, they're definitely going to put me through hell. My future is a total unknown.'
Just as she was lost in thought, Adrian Quincy suddenly spoke. "You can use the landline after ten o'clock. Call me if you need anything. I'm leaving now."
"Uh..." Claire Sinclair involuntarily took a step forward, as if to follow him.
Adrian Quincy didn't look back. He just got into the car they had arrived in.
Claire Sinclair forced herself to stop, watching the car disappear into the distance as her heart sank into a bottomless pit of disappointment.
Her colleagues got off the bus and walked over, suitcases in tow.
