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?

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

with hushed "good mornings" from other riders,

simply gave the briefest of nods in return, standing ramrod straight as she

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 professional rival,

Hazel passed by.

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

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

of her words. 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

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

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 the victims were all hospitalized in intensive care after being attacked by this

to later emerge completely unscathed

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

the company forum was already ablaze with comments and speculation on the

I'm almost jealous I wasn't there to watch him get his ass kicked!"

this mystery woman to teach self-defense classes to all the ladies

people cheering her actions towards the abusive Reeds. But she was still uneasy with being characterized as some sort

aggressor.

her felt a rush of pride when she saw that the men were barely conscious. She had not fought in a while

The sheer sensationalism surrounding her made

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

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

again. And she was right. It did not take long for Hazel to be called into HR for a