"Hello, anyone there?," Claire shouted knowing well enough it was fruitless.
She had made it to the entrance and discovered that her mind was playing no games, she was stuck in the restaurant. She felt like crying honestly and wondered what kind of man Tristan Jenkins was actually. She had been crushing all along without actually wanting to find out if he was that kind of person she would want to be dealing with. His attitude towards her now was proving otherwise and it had become clear what a jerk he was in reality. I mean, what kind of person would lock in his staff simply because he was angry or possibly he did not do it on purpose.
But Claire would not admit that it was a mistake on his part. It was his fault and needing someone to blame, she hung it on him. As if deducting from her
