Warren Wallace never imagined she would dare to talk back. His face instantly flushed red with anger.
"Fine. I'm your superior, yet you still dare to talk back to me. An insolent intern like you... I don't think Astoria Daily has a place for you—"
Before he could finish, a stern voice cut him off. "Why are you chit-chatting during work hours? Warren Wallace, if you have nothing to do, then get out. Don't disturb others while they're working."
With that, Editor-in-Chief Summers turned to Claire Sinclair, her tone softening. "Claire, could you help order some food? Twenty-five meals in total. You can just do it on your phone. After you're done, go help Holloway sort through the files."
"Okay, I'll order it right away," Claire Sinclair replied immediately.
Having been shooed away by Editor-in-Chief Summers in front of so many people, Warren Wallace completely lost face. He shot Claire Sinclair a vicious glare and stormed off.
