Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 82

Natalia thought she could shrug off the rumors like a light dusting of snow from her shoulders. But the whispers and stores that followed her through the office comidors all afternoon were enough to chill her bones. It was uncomfortable, to say the least.

Hamilton paused mid–stride, arching an eyebrow at her.

“Giselle’s getting the boot.” He promised.

A laugh escaped Natalia’s lips, “Good.”

That must be the biggest concession Hamilton was willing to make. He wouldn’t step forward to squash the rumors himself. After all, by doing so, he’d practically be confirming their relationship to the world.

Of course, that would also mean admitting that the real homewrecker was Eveleen all this long.

And when it came to Eveleen, Hamilton would never act against her.

So, firing Giselle seemed like the best solution; it would shatter the gossip without exposing their relationship.

Just perfect.

By the next morning, word of Giselle’s dismissal spread through the company like wildfire. The tongues that had wagged about Natalia now lay still.

Yet some things, once rooted in the heart, were hard to uproot. Especially for this kind of salacious rumor

Natalia knew that all too well. Though the chatter had ceased, she could still feel the weight of weird glances from her colleagues. But it seemed all she could do was pretend not to

notice.

After the morning meeting, as Natalia was gathering her reports to update Hamilton on their progress, Tess burst in.

“Boss, Giselle’s been canned!” She cried with excitement.

Natalia nodded in acknowledgment, “Yeah, I heard.”

“Now let’s see who dares spread lies about you,” Tess was puffing up with a triumphant air.

“Pfft, Eveleen’s cousin or not, she still got the axe. Boss, I’ve gotta say that Mr. Fowler’s a decent man.”

Natalia couldn’t help but chuckle, “Decent? Remember when he almost fired you?”

the door and dragged off by security.” Tess shuddered at the thought. “They say Orpheus was sent flying out of the office, coughing up blood on the spot.

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gentlemanly demeanor at work, yet she

course, the alen know that Hamiliars

the epitome of courtesy and grace. But those who

someone who took over the Fowler empire at nineteen be anything but truly kind? Natalia’s mind

sweet boy into the man he was now?

she pulled herself from these thoughts, choosing not to dwell on them.

her desk and headed to

and entering, she placed the documents in front of Harnilton, “Mr. Fowler, I

them back to Natalia, he looked up and asked,

offered a polite, detached smile, “Much better.”

health?” he probed further.

and continued,

it. Delegate

She hesitated before asking, “Anything else,

watched her for a moment in silence. “Are you in such a

deny it, “I’ve got work to attend to.”

he finally asked, “The class reunion is this weekend,

was surprised

added, “If you’re busy, Mr.

come.”

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he first offered to accompany her to the

all excitement had drained away. What was the point of bringing

said, “Since I promised you, I intend to keep my word.”

at Hamilton, “Are you worried I’ll meet someone at the reunion?

to go? Or do you have something

a touch

snorted, “Then stop trying to convince me otherwise. It’s perfectly normal to bring a

her heart. She had never imagined that one day, these terms of

a deep breath, she forced a smile, “Alright. Then, Mr.

on time.”