Chapter 150
Chapter 150:
“Who gave you clearance to come up here?” His voice was a low, controlled rumble that carried the full weight of his anger. “Did I not make it explicitly clear that you are never to interrupt me during business hours p>
Alycia’s smile collapsed. Her face went pale. She reached out instinctively and let her fingertips brush the fabric of his sleeve.
Cole recoiled. The withdrawal was so immediate and so complete — as though her touch carried a current — that Alycia felt her stomach drop.
The assistant cleared his throat and stepped forward slightly. “Sir — a reminder. Tomorrow is Saturday. The florist has already prepared the white roses for Caleb’s anniversary p>
At the sound of his twin brother’s name, the violence in Cole’s eyes shifted. A heavy shadow of grief and guilt moved through his face. His shoulders dropped a fraction.
Alycia’s instincts were sharp where they mattered most. She saw the crack open in his armor and drove straight for it.
She lowered her voice to a soft, mournful whisper and clasped her hands at her chest. “Oh, Cole,” she breathed, coaxing a single tear to the edge of her lashes. “I was thinking about Caleb just this morning. My family would love to host a small private dinner tomorrow night. Just to honor his memory. He loved my mother’s cooking p>
Cole’s head came up.
𝗡𝘦w 𝘸𝘦е𝗸𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝘩а𝗉t𝗲𝗿ѕ 𝗈𝗇
The grief evaporated, replaced instantly by something cold and absolute. He looked at Alycia the way one might look at a parasite attempting to feed off a wound.
“What right does the Beasley family have to mourn a Compton?” His voice had dropped to barely above a whisper, but the concentrated malice in it seemed to alter the air pressure in the hallway.
Alycia choked. The color flooded her face in a violent, humiliating wave. She stood frozen, her mouth opening and closing, producing nothing.
Cole adjusted his cuffs. His eyes were completely dead.
“I have private arrangements for tomorrow,” he said. “Take your things and get out of my building p>
He turned, walked back into his office, and pulled the mahogany doors shut behind him. The impact resonated through the floorboards.
Alycia stood alone in the hallway. She could feel the eyes of the junior secretaries down the corridor on her back. The silence held a shape — the exact shape of mockery.
The humiliation moved through her like something burning. The sweetness dissolved entirely, leaving only hard, toxic fury underneath.
She turned on her heel, took the elevator down to the parking garage, and the moment the doors closed, she had her phone out, dialing with shaking hands.
“Mom.” Her voice came out through clenched teeth the moment the line connected, tears of rage cutting tracks down her face. “He just humiliated me in front of his entire staff. He won’t even let me touch him. I cannot keep doing this p>
A cold laugh came through the speaker.
“You stupid girl,” Susan Beasley said, her voice sharp and flat. “I told you playing the sweet victim wouldn’t hold forever. The SEC audit is wrapping up. Once his position is secure, he will discard you without a second thought p>
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