“Fiona was just trying to be nice, and Kate had to say that about her. It’s so pathetic.”
“Kate, you could have just bought your own, right? Oh? Or could it be that you couldn’t afford this lunchbox? Tsk tsk, it seems you really came here looking for a freebie.”
Sophia’s face flushed crimson with anger.
Fiona lowered her eyes, a hint of amusement flickering within them. Things were unfolding exactly as she’d envisioned. She guaranteed that, with her presence here, it wouldn’t take more than a few days to completely isolate Kate within the entire crew.
“Katherine Hastings, Ms. Hastings, this is the lunchbox you ordered.”
Someone came running, pushing a cart laden with exquisite lunchboxes. They were clearly a higher grade than Fiona’s.
Kate froze. “I didn’t order this.”
“Someone else
