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?

sort of rumors or gossip was swirling, she would not cower or shrink away. If anything, her actions last night proved her strength in 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

she was greeted with hushed "good mornings"

nods in return, standing ramrod straight as she focused

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 professional rival, remained

Hazel passed by.

scanned the wary faces all around her. She couldn't stop

laced with mild impatience. "If

A few people opened their mouths as if to respond before seeming to think better of it. Eventually, everyone just awkwardly returned to their work, stealing furtive glances at Hazel every

company forum on her computer. She figured if there was some wild rumor circulating about

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 the

room before a horrific fight erupted, only for her to later

overblown account. While the broad strokes were factual, the article made her sound like some unhinged supervillain capable

she kept scrolling, she saw that the company forum was already ablaze with comments and speculation on the article. At first, many simply mocked

I'm almost jealous I wasn't there

need to hire this mystery woman to teach self-defense classes

the abusive Reeds. But she was still uneasy with being characterized as some sort of

aggressor.

when she saw that the men were barely conscious. She had not

same time, The sheer sensationalism surrounding her made

assassin as people were joking about, just a woman who wanted

in, head down, crunching numbers and data without any hoopla or fanfare. For better or worse, Hazel had stepped into a brilliant new

the same again. And she was right.