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Niamh had barely had a moment’s peace these past few days, she was running
herself ragged.
If she wasn’t dashing to the hospital, she was shuttling between the police station and the courthouse.
She was,
after all, the one who’d lashed out–even if there had been a reason, she’d hurt Elaine pretty badly.
Elaine had hired an attorney and was demanding both an apology and compensation.
Niamh was willing to apologize, but when it came to compensation, she flatly refused.
The whole mess had started because Daniel wouldn’t leave her alone in the first place.
Daniel and Elaine might’ve had some influence, but they weren’t exactly untouchable. At least in court, evidence still mattered.
Online, though, it was another story.
Niamh had cut herself off from the internet in recent days.
She knew exactly what kind of names people were calling her online, and how vicious the comments had gotten. Sure, a lot of the vitriol was fueled by trolls Elaine had probably paid for, but idle bystanders fanning the flames were just as
effective.
She hadn’t requested any leave from work.
The Thomas Group’s policy was clear: three days of unexcused absence and they could terminate your contract.
She was simply waiting for Jonathan to fire her.
After the incident hit the trending topics, it was as if Jonathan had vanished from
her life.
He didn’t scold her for losing her temper, didn’t stick up for her, didn’t even send her a single WhatsApp message.
Niamh guessed this was his way of drawing a line between them.
Whether it was Jonathan’s idea or the Thomases‘ as a whole, one thing was clear:
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this time, the family wanted to cut her off for good.
Last time, when her history with Julian surfaced online and caused an uproar, Neville Corporation’s stock had plummeted that very day.
She still felt guilty about dragging Julian into her mess–even after they’d cut all ties, he still ended up affected.
Today marked her fifth consecutive day of absence, yet there was still no dismissal notice from HR.
Unable to wait any longer, Niamh brought her resignation letter and headed straight to the company.
“That’s her! That’s her!”
A mob of middle–aged women suddenly swarmed her, pelting her with rotten eggs and sharp stones.
Upstairs, Marina stood by her office window, cradling a mug of steaming coffee.
Dressed in a pale pink suit, her makeup immaculate, she looked every bit the picture of a successful, elegant businesswoman.
The sight of Niamh, covered in filth and humiliation, was downright delightful to
her.
She watched for a moment, then returned to her desk and picked up her phone. She shot a message to joker on WhatsApp:
“Nice work this time.”
Down below, Niamh peeled off her reeking, egg–soaked coat and dumped it in the
nearest trash can.
But the gunk on her face and in her hair was harder to get rid of. Even after scrubbing with tissues and wipes, she couldn’t clean it all off.
People streamed past in front of the company; she didn’t want to give anyone more of a spectacle. As she turned to leave, a black Mercedes idling by the curb caught
her eye.
She hadn’t noticed when it arrived or how long it had bee exactly who was inside,
“Get in.”
Jonathan rolled down the window.
ere, but she knew
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Of all the people she could run into right now, Jonathan was the last person Niamh
wanted to see.
Yet somehow, he always seemed to catch her at her lowest.
“I’ll only say this once.”
Niamh hesitated, but then she heard the engine start.
This was no time for pride. Staying here would only attract a bigger crowd.
She climbed into the passenger seat, head down, refusing to meet Jonathan’s gaze. She was terrified she’d see nothing but scorn and disgust in his eyes.
“Aren’t you worried I’ll ruin your car?”
Niamh could smell herself and knew it wasn’t pleasant.
“If it gets dirty, I’ll just get a new one.”
Jonathan spoke calmly as he drove.
Niamh said nothing.
The stench of rotten eggs filled the car, making her want to gag, so she rolled down
the window for some air.
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“My dad wants us to get a divorce.”
