Chapter 120
Chapter 120:
“Is there a problem, Mrs. Collins?” the man asked, his voice low and calm.
Kieran went still. There was no logo, no badge, no visible indication of anything — but he recognized the quiet, lethal competence of high-level private security. This was not a mall cop.
“No problem,” Jocelyn said, taking Aaden’s hand. “We’re leaving p>
She walked out past the guard, close enough to brush his arm. “Thank you,” she whispered.
She didn’t look back. She left Kieran in the elevator, nursing his foot and his bruised ego as the doors slid shut between them.
Monday morning at the Wolfe Hotel started with a bang.
Jocelyn was reviewing the weekly forecast when she heard the commotion outside her office.
“You can’t go in there!” Harvey shouted.
The glass door flew open. Sloane stormed in — disheveled, her hair unwashed, her eyes wild with desperation.
“I want my severance! And a reference letter!” she demanded, slamming both hands on Jocelyn’s desk.
𝗕𝖾 𝘁𝗵e 𝘧𝗂𝘳𝗌𝗍 tо 𝘳𝖾𝖺𝗱 𝗈𝘯
Jocelyn rose slowly from her chair. “You are trespassing p>
“I gave years to this place! You can’t just throw me out!” Sloane screamed.
Staff gathered at the glass wall — housekeepers, receptionists, bellboys — drawn by the noise, watching in silence.
“You were fired for cause,” Jocelyn said, her voice perfectly level. “Harassing a client p>
“I didn’t harass him! He came onto me!” Sloane snapped.
Jocelyn picked up a remote. “Shall we watch the tape again p>
The screen on the wall flickered to life. It showed the lobby scene first, then cut to footage from the bar. Sloane was clearly the aggressor — her hand on Mr. Tate, who looked visibly uncomfortable.
Sloane’s face turned red. “That’s edited p>
“It’s raw footage. You have no case,” Jocelyn said.
Sloane’s composure began to crack. She glanced at the faces pressed against the glass outside. They were watching. Judging.
“This is ridiculous! Vincent would never allow this!” she blurted, her voice fracturing under the weight of her own desperation. “He needs me! He relies on me for everything p>
The room went dead silent.
Jocelyn raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me p>
Sloane realized what she had said. Her hand flew to her mouth.
“I mean — I… as his top manager…” she stammered.
“Relies on you for what, exactly, Sloane?” Jocelyn’s voice was clear and deliberate, carrying easily into the hallway. “Your professional duties? Or the personal services you provide to a member of the board p>
She let the question hang in the air for a moment before continuing. “This confirms a hostile work environment and blatant nepotism p>
Outside the glass, phones were already raised. The whispers had turned urgent.
Sloane looked around the room, cornered on all sides.
“He promised he’d protect me!” she wailed, dissolving into ugly, heaving sobs. “He said he ran this place p>
“He lied,” Jocelyn said.
She turned to the door. “Security. Remove her. And ban her from the premises p>
Two guards stepped in and escorted the sobbing Sloane out of the office.
Jocelyn looked at the phones still pointed in her direction. She smoothed the front of her blazer.
Message from Noa: Friday is finally here dear readers, hope you have a wonderful day, cheer up. God loves you and Noa wishes you all the best. O)