'Then just stop being a damned journalist. Be a normal person.'
'I could be a cashier at a supermarket, work on an assembly line in a factory, or at worst, wash dishes... There are so many unremarkable people in the world, and it's not like they're all looked down upon.'
'Claire Sinclair, wake up. There has never been a place for you here.'
In the end, she said nothing. She just turned and walked away decisively.
After a few steps, she took out the press pass she had worked so hard to get, a relieved smile gracing her lips.
Almost without a second thought, she tore the press pass in half and threw it to the ground.
Nancy Lockwood saw what she had thrown on the ground, and a flash of astonishment crossed her eyes. "Was that your press pass you just tore up?"
Claire Sinclair had no intention of explaining. She just kept walking, desperate to escape this suffocating place.
