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𝖛. No Georgina Sparks.
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CLAIRE RETURNED TO WORK the next week with a smile, glad that she had survived her first week at AFC Richmond. The crew had shot a few things since their arrival, but similarly to the team and its players, they did not have anything good or rather useful yet. It was unfortunate, because unlike everyone else, Claire thought they were doing fine so far. Sure, this mockumentary series was still definitely missing something, but they would most likely find it in due time. Art cannot be hurried. Rome wasn't built in a day. Good shit needs time. Or as the kids like to say it—Claire has no idea if she's using this right—they gotta let him cook. She doesn't admit that she has no idea who him is.
Claire is surprisingly in a good mood when she walks into her office and greets her new cardboard cut-out of Daniel Kaluuya with a grin. However, her cheeriness comes to an end when Tracey eyes her with concern, simply showing her phone to share the news. A picture of Ted and Claire standing closely to each other—Claire detects it was taken on the day they went to the bar together with Coach Beard—is on the front page of the fucking Sun. Claire takes a deep breath whilst she scrolls through the pictures, even noticing that there was one of them leaving the bar together that evening. She hands Tracey her phone back and scoffs.
