Chapter 123

My return to the office was met with a sense of trepidation. The scandal had created an invisible barrier between me and my coworkers, and I couldn’t help but feel like an outsider in the place that had once been my second home. But I had a mission, a task given to me by Penny, and I was determined to see it through.

As I walked through the office, I tried to approach my coworkers discreetly, hoping to glean some information about Erickson’s behavior. I needed something concrete to help Penny in her quest to clear my name and salvage my reputation.

But my attempts to engage my colleagues were met with icy silence. They averted their eyes, busying themselves with their work as if I were invisible. The jealousy and resentment that had simmered beneath the surface were now palpable, and I couldn’t help but feel their hostility.

“Hey,” I began tentatively, approaching one of my coworkers, “have you ever noticed if Mr. Erickson singles anyone out for special attention?”

The coworker’s response was a curt shake of the head, and they turned away from me without saying a word. It was clear that they wanted nothing to do with me or my questions.

I continued my attempts, moving from desk to desk, but the result was the same. No one was willing to talk to me, let alone offer any information about Erickson’s behavior. The sense of isolation and frustration grew with each interaction.

I was about to give up and head back to my own desk when I spotted Erickson’s secretary, Sarah, sitting at her desk. She had always struck me as approachable, someone who might be willing to confide in me about her experiences with our boss.

Approaching her cautiously, I cleared my throat. “Sarah, can I talk to you for a moment?”

She looked at me, her expression guarded but curious. “What do you want, Evie?”

I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. “I’ve been going through a tough time lately, Sarah. I left the firm under difficult circumstances, and I’m trying to clear my name. I need to know if Mr. Erickson has ever singled out any other employees, treated them unfairly or inappropriately.”

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Sarah hesitated, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. Then, with a sigh, she seemed to make a decision. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” she said, leading me to a small, empty conference room.

of unease. “Mr. Erickson can be…difficult at times. He has high expectations and isn’t

“Has anyone ever confided in you about their experiences with Mr. Erickson? Anything that might suggest a pattern of

incident a while. back, she admitted reluctantly. “One of the junior associates, Lisa, mentioned that Mr. Erickson had made some inappropriate comments

that could support Penny’s case. “Thank you, Sarah,” I said sincerely. “Your honesty means a lot. If you ever decide to share more about your experiences or if you hear anything else, please let me

mix of relief and

to share her thoughts. Before she could respond, however, a familiar voice interrupted

well, well, what

face. He had a talent for appearing at the most inconvenient times, and

dripping with sarcasm. “Trying to stir

surge of anger and frustration at Jasper’s insinuations. “No, Jasper, I’m just here

eyes gleaming with malice.

eyes of my coworkers on me,

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me give you a reality check, Evie,” said Jasper, “You’re not fooling anyone. here. We all know what

retorted, my voice trembling with a mix

closer, his words laced with venom. “Oh, I know exactly what

I clenched my fists to keep from lashing out. I couldn’t let him provoke me, not in front of everyone. I took a deep breath and forced

His face

he demanded, his tone laced

beneath the surface. “I’m here to work, Mr. Erickson,” I

close in around me as my colleagues joined in the berating, their

shouted, my voice trembling with indignation. “I won’t let you

narrowed, his anger palpable. “Fine,” he spat out, his voice cold and dismissive. “Pack your things and leave

to close in around me as I collected my belongings, each item a reminder of the life I had built at the firm. I could feel the

chorus of condemnation. The room seemed to close in around me, suffocating me with a sense of

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