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?

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

was greeted with hushed

of nods in return, standing

and activities as she strode. towards her desk. Even Lucy, her usual snarky professional rival, remained silent and

Hazel passed by.

Hazel's eyes scanned the wary faces all around

with mild impatience. "If you all have something to say, I'd prefer you just

opened their mouths as if to respond before

on her computer. She figured if there was some wild rumor

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

only for her to later emerge

face flush crimson as she read the vivid, overblown account. While the broad strokes were factual, the article

already ablaze with comments and speculation on

almost jealous I wasn't there to

we need to hire this mystery woman to teach self-defense classes to all the ladies in the

of people cheering her actions towards the abusive

aggressor.

men were barely conscious. She had not fought in a while

the same time, The sheer sensationalism surrounding

as people were joking about, just a woman who

the feeling that her previously under-the-radar life at the office was now permanently shattered. No longer could she simply blend in, head down, crunching 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

was for certain her life would never be the same again. And she was right. It did not