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I knew he couldn't stop thinking about that whole situation with Alice.
And, well... neither could I.
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Chapter Forty-Eight
CAMILA
Going back to work initially seemed like a good idea to try to take my mind off all those events.
We were now two days away from the hearing. Michael had not been allowed to see his daughter again, and this was making him more and more depressed. Janet was determined to find something that could help us, but so far, nothing had been found.
Working was all we had left to try to keep our minds occupied. And Michael also thought it would be good to keep going to the company to maintain his image as a dedicated businessman.
However, my days at Turner weren't exactly relaxing. The work was good for me, but the people around me weren't the friendliest. If before they spent hours of their time gossiping about the colleague whowas ‘gold-digging the boss', now, after the latest events involving Michael Turner's name, things had gotten even worse.
But I tried my best to ignore such comments and just went about my daily routine.
There was just under half an hour left before the end of the workday when I managed to finish the project I had been working on. I smiled, looking at the computer screen, thinking about how much I wanted to show this to Michael. For some time now he had been showing a real interest in architecture, and he even talked about going back to college to finish his degree, and he even wanted to specialize.
I turned off the computer and got up, going to the bathroom, already preparing to meet Michael at the exit of the building. Like every day, he would take me home before heading to his own.
I had just entered one of the women's bathroom stalls when the voices that entered the bathroom caught my attention, because they were saying my name.
Camilawasn't an unusual name, and there were probably others at that company. But I was instantly sure that it was really me that one of the women was talking about in a conversation with another.
“Camila never fooled me. I always thought that her proper manner, her whole 'exemplary employee' act, was just that.”
“She's very smart, that's for sure,” the other one said. “She waited for the first opportunity to throw herself at Michael Turner. The funny thing is that she still tries to pretend she's a dedicated professional.”
“Pure pretense. You'll see after the wedding, just wait. Do you think that, with a millionaire husband, she'll continue working? This talk about loving work is only until there's a sucker to pay your bills, girl.”
I really loved my job and had no intention of leaving it after I got married, but it was none of their business if I chose to stop, or to continue, or to change fields, or to do something else withmylife.
I hated all that intrusion, but I was willing to wait for those two to leave, so I could also leave the stall and get on with my life, completely ignoring those people's opinions.
However, I simply couldn't ignore what one of them said next, “It's like the talk about loving her future stepdaughter. This attempt to kidnap the girl was very suspicious, I bet she had a hand in it.”
“You think so? How horrible!” the other seemed surprised.
“I'm sure. She wanted to kill the girl, but she gave up at the last minute and ordered her to be released.”
“I don't doubt it at all. Anyone who is willing to pull off a scam wants to pull off the scam completely.They don't want another woman's child to get in the way of the relationship and divide the inheritance with her future children.”
Seriously, it was too much for me. I couldn't even believe that a person could assume something as horrible as that.
I loved Alice and I wouldn't admit that a bitch like that would even consider that I could do her any harm.
I pushed the door hard, opening the stall with a bang that startled both women. The one who had raised that disgusting hypothesis went silent the moment she saw me, and I didn't even give her time to react and practically flew at her. I closed my fist and hit her hard right in the middle of her nose.
I had never punched anyone in my entire life, and my fist hurt from the impact. But it was a good pain, because I knew that the poor thing's face hurt much more.
Furious, she counterattacked, grabbing my hair tightly. I did the same to hers, shouting all the worst curse words I knew to insult her.
I heard the other woman's screams as she ran out of the bathroom, asking for help.
I didn't care. I just wanted to kick that bitch’s ass.
