As Natalie’s supervising mentor, I forced myself to take the brunt of their outrage.
By the time my face was bruised and my body splattered with rotten eggs that I washed off in the On-call Room,
I clearly heard moans and soft whispers of comfort.
“If she knew she was out there getting pelted with eggs while you were busy taking her place, do you think she’d lose her mind?”
When the man finished, he sighed with relief, murmuring softly,
“Whether she loses her mind or not doesn’t matter. All I care about is you not being wronged.”
“Baby, you’re amazing! She’s made me suffer enough—it’s about time she tasted it herself.”
Reason and restraint shattered in an instant, and fury surged uncontrollably through me.
I kicked open the half-closed office door.
Richard scrambled to shield a half-naked Natalie behind him. His eyes burned with rage when he looked at me.
“Claire Dawson, have you lost your mind?”
His furious roar jolted me back, as though I was the insane one—when in fact it was he who had betrayed me.
Cowering behind Richard, Natalie looked like a startled deer.
She peeked out, her wet eyes full of provocation.
Raging like a storm, I smashed Richard’s office to pieces.