Chapter 12

Greg could see through Felicia's attempt to appear nonchalant. He wanted to say something reassuring because he knew she was having trouble, but all he could manage was, "Give it time. "I assure you that things will improve. Felicia only gave a silent nod. As they arrived at the office, Felicia picked up her lunchbox, said farewell to Greg, and went inside. She had just gotten through the doors when she noticed Max.

He hardly ever stayed at home, and to be honest, she had only continued working after being demoted because she wanted to see him every day. But he has seldom been at work these past three months. He behaved as though she didn't exist even while he did. She didn't anticipate crossing paths with him twice in succession. Max looked like he had just stepped off the cover of a magazine as he got out of his car.

He looked like he controlled the world thanks to his immaculate suit, broad shoulders, tight waist, and lengthy legs. He had a confident, dominating attitude about him, and his sharp, striking features constantly attracted attention. To the proper person, he could be surprisingly gentle, despite his usual icy and aloof demeanor. It hurt to think of that. She glanced down, stepped aside, and gave him a gentle greeting.

"Morning, Mr. Hawthorne." Max's expression grew even more icy as he hardly looked in her direction. Without saying anything, he passed past her and vanished into the executive elevator. Felicia didn't take a deep breath until he was gone, at which point she made her way to the staff elevator. Sandy caused chaos yesterday. Sandy was equally unpleasant today, designating someone else to manage Felicia's change of employment. Felicia was indifferent to Sandy's demeanor.

She just wanted to get done and leave. Felicia looked out the window after finishing her morning chores. There was a park directly behind the building, and the weather was ideal. In the hopes that some fresh air would help her decompress, she picked up her lunch and chose to dine outside. She walked across the lobby after descending the elevator. There were two males entering. Kennedy was one. The tall, well-groomed man next to him reminded her of one of Max's friends, but she didn't acknowledge him. Felicia tried to elude them while maintaining a low stare.

Kennedy, however, immediately recognized her. She sensed it. She always stood out due to her stature. Kennedy directly crossed her path when she attempted to avoid them. Felicia paused and raised her head to meet his disdainful gaze. "What is the matter with you? "Can't even greet me?" he yelled. Kennedy had always been courteous, even as Max's assistant. Now, they saw her as nothing more than a fat, unattractive, and desperate workplace joke. With her eyes down, she said softly, "Hi." Kennedy gave a snort. "Why is that attitude present? Do you now consider yourself a contemporary Cinderella?

Felicia gripped her lunchbox tighter. Hot, piercing humiliation swept across her. Kennedy thrust out his leg as she attempted to step around him once more. She didn't even anticipate it. Her knees hit the hard floor with a terrible thud as she faltered and fell. She was in excruciating pain as her face turned pale. Rice and chicken soup spilled all over her hands as her lunchbox flew out of them. Darin, who had been observing the entire event from a distance, glanced up, startled.