“Humph! I will make all of you regret it!" As Clare settled into the driver's seat of her car in the underground parking lot, her phone buzzed with an incoming call. Glancing at the screen, she saw that it was from the Musicians' Association.

Ignoring the persistent ringing of her phone, Clare made a deliberate choice not to answer the call.

“Maria's talent surpasses mine, so what? Atwood said that Maria didn't have time to perform on the stage. No one in the country can play those musical pieces other than me," Clare muttered to herself, a hint of arrogance lacing her words.

Clare felt complacent again, finding solace in the fact that she was the only one capable of performing those pieces in the entire country.

"That's right!" said Clare.