The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 250

Chapter 250: Issues at work

Back home, Hazel slept till morning. When she woke up she prepared for work.

She donned one of her favorite crisp red pant suits and ran a brush through her glossy chestnut tresses. By the time she appraised herself in the steamy mirror, Hazel saw only a shadow of the pale, drawn woman from the previous night. Today she looked every inch the consummate professional she used to be; sharp, confident, commanding.

This was her armor, her personal suit of psychological mail that she would don to shield herself from the callous blows of this new, hazardous world.

After locking up her fortress apartment, Hazel strode toward the lobby's exit with her head held high. Only to come up short at the sight of two conspicuously large men loitering by the front stoop.

Her sense of triumphant poise wavered as their eyes tracked her emergence from the building, burnt umber irises devoid of expression. Marcus's sentinels were already in place, grim-faced and inescapable. "Ms. Gra

Greyson," one rumbled by way of greeting, the seemingly filled with respect.

Hazel swallowed hard, feeling the need to curse.

She had thought they were long gone.

Hazel could not believe they had been hear this long But they returned by morning. She held her tongue, acutely aware that what ever she said would mostly likely make its way back into Marcus Green's ears. She silently followed them down stairs and they opened the car door for her and she got in.

Hazel sat in the back of the slick black car, staring blankly out the window as Marcus's men drove her to the office. Her body was still slightly sore from last night's events, but her mind raced with how she would face her colleagues after brutally taking down her superior Mr. Reeds and those despicable Hug Tech investors.

She had defended herself, that much was certain. But would everyone else see it that way? Or would they view her as some sort of unhinged maniac, capable of inexplicable violence?

the face of horrible mistreatment. Hazel strode through the lobby towards the elevator bank, her heels clicking defiantly against the marble floors. She could already feel the weight of wary glances and quickly

hushed "good mornings" from

of politeness and trepidation. Hazel simply gave the briefest of nods in

she finally reached her department, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Hazel's colleagues not-so-surreptitiously stopped their conversations and activities as she strode. towards her desk. Even Lucy, her usual snarky

Hazel passed by.

in at her workstation, Hazel's eyes scanned the wary faces all around her. She couldn't stop the annoyed

asked, her tone laced with mild impatience. "If you all have something to say, I'd prefer

silence only stretched further in the wake of her words. A few people opened their mouths as if to respond before seeming

She figured if there was some wild

Hazel's jaw dropped in shock. There, in bold digital ink, was a news article breathlessly recounting how a "mystery woman" had taken down Mr. Reeds and. several wealthy investors in what appeared to be a brutal beating. The report claimed

her to later emerge completely unscathed while

vivid, overblown account. While the broad strokes were factual, the article

scrolling, she saw that the company forum was already ablaze with comments and speculation on the article.

Reeds probably tried soliciting some poor girl to his investor buddies. I'm almost jealous I

woman to teach self-defense classes to all the ladies in

couldn't completely disagree with the chorus of people cheering her actions towards the abusive Reeds. But

aggressor.

a rush of pride when she saw that the men were barely conscious. She had not

same time, The sheer sensationalism

secre assassin as people were joking about, just a woman who wanted to fight for a

numbers and data without any hoopla or fanfare. For better or worse, Hazel had stepped into a brilliant new spotlight, the formerly mousy and forgettable data analyst reborn as a fierce, fearsome woman who refused to be subjugated or disrespected. As she eyed her colleagues still stealing nervous glances her way, Hazel fought the urge

And she was right. It