December 21, 2149.
Christmas was looming close.
The group decided to meet up.
Apparently, unable to bear the cold winter any longer, a new initiative had been established.
And today was its grand opening.
"Excuse me, coming through!"
"Hey!"
"Who do you think you are!?"
Claire skipped the line, inciting frustration from the other customers in the line.
She turned around and lifted her shades up.
"Claire Victoria. Daughter of Jain Victoria, and the heir to Victoria Corporation."
She solemnly stated, giving the man an indifferent look.
"You think I'd believe that half–assed excuse of yours?"
"And do you think I care about what you think?"
The man's mouth trembled and a vein seemed to pop. Is this how the kids are like these days!?
Claire had all the rights to cut through the line. After all, Victoria Corporation was one of the stockholders for this new business.
