Amelia walked toward them, her face calm and unreadable.
Just moments ago, the two women had been gossiping up a storm, voices bright and eager. Now, as Amelia came closer, both of them dropped their heads, not daring to look her in the eye. Their conversation hadn’t exactly been quiet, and with no one else around, Amelia had definitely heard it all.
“Mrs. Salmeron, I... I was just talking nonsense earlier,” one of them blurted, her face going pale as Amelia stopped beside her.
Titles mattered around here, and no matter how polite Amelia might seem, she was still Mrs. Salmeron on paper. If she wanted to make things difficult, a single word to Clive could have this junior staffer packing her desk by tomorrow.
The thought made her even more nervous.
“Try not to spread rumors at work. Words have a way of coming back to you,” Amelia said as she walked past, her tone cool and even.
The woman nodded frantically. “I understand, Mrs. Salmeron. It won’t happen again.”
The name made Amelia’s brow twitch ever so slightly.
“At work, just call me Ms. Sadinton,” she corrected, not stopping.
“Yes, Ms. Sadinton.”
When Amelia headed straight toward the executive offices without another word, the two women finally relaxed, letting out the breaths they’d been holding and hurrying away.
But Amelia didn’t go to Clive’s office. Instead, she made a detour to the break room, heading for the fridge where she’d left some desserts for Penny and Timmy.
Of all the gossip she’d overheard, only the bits about Penny and Timmy had really hurt.
As for Kristen and Clive...
Amelia’s eyes turned cold, a flicker of mocking in her gaze. She’d already seen through those two back when she was stuck in a hospital bed, unable to move or speak.
She opened the fridge and paused.
The desserts she’d brought were gone.
For a moment, she just stared at the empty shelf.


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