Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 32

“Salmeron, please don’t be upset with Mrs. Salmeron. I’m really fine. If she did hurt me, I know she didn’t mean it,” Kristen said softly, stepping in to ease the tension. “You have a meeting soon, right? I’ll go get the conference room ready.”

“I’ll go with you,” Clive said, his eyes dark as he looked at Amelia. “Amelia, I’m really disappointed in you today. Think it over. We’ll talk at home.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Turning to Aiden, he said, “Make sure Mrs. Salmeron gets home.”

“Yes, sir.”

Amelia stood there, watching Clive and Kristen walk away together. From behind, they looked like the perfect pair. Kristen’s skirt brushed close to Clive’s suit pants as they walked, a little too familiar.

Halfway down the hall, Kristen’s ankle turned just slightly, and Clive caught her without missing a beat, like it was second nature.

Aiden must have noticed, too. He quietly stepped in front of Amelia, blocking her view.

“Ma’am, let me take you home.”

“Aiden, could you make me a cup of coffee first? I want to stay in my old office for a bit, if that’s okay.”

“Of course. I’ll wait for you outside.”

Aiden gently closed the door for her.

The office was quiet, sunlight streaming in through the one-way glass. No one could see her from outside. Amelia slipped off her sunglasses and crossed to the corner, lifting a picture from the wall. Behind it was her private safe.

The keypad was dusty—no one had touched it in five years.

The code was her mother’s birthday. She’d only ever told Clive, but clearly, it hadn’t mattered to him.

Everything inside was still there. Amelia snapped a few quick photos of the documents, closed the safe, and hung the painting back up.

Aiden returned a few minutes later with her coffee—black, no sugar.

“We’ll need to take the other elevators, ma’am. This one’s down.”

“Okay.”

They walked to the other end of the hallway, where two elevators stood side by side.

A man was already waiting there, phone pressed to his ear. As he turned a little, Amelia recognized his face and hesitated.

Cameron.

One of Clive’s closest friends. She’d seen him plenty of times—back when she was pursuing Clive, and all through their time together. Not once had Cameron ever looked at her kindly.

She’d known from that very first meeting—Cameron didn’t like her.