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Micah couldn’t shake the image of Sadie’s glare. He stood there for a moment, perplexed, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Her angry expression was so intense, it was almost as if she hated him. But why? Was it just his usual cold demeanor or something else?
He couldn’t help but think back to their last encounter, when she had slapped him in the car. Was she angry about that? Or perhaps it was something more. Maybe his cold attitude had pushed her further than he realized.
Andrew, who was still walking beside him, nervously glanced over at Micah. “Maybe she just had a rough morning,” he said, trying to lighten the mood. But it was clear that Micah wasn’t convinced.
Micah shook his head, his thoughts racing. “No, that look… it wasn’t just frustration. She was furious with me. I can’t figure her out.”
Andrew chuckled nervously. “Maybe you just got under her skin, boss. You know how she can be.”
Micah grunted, but the nagging feeling didn’t leave him. He had never cared what anyone thought of him—except for Sadie. There was something about her that always seemed to stir something in him, even though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Meanwhile, Sadie stood in the elevator, her mind a swirl of frustration and confusion. What was Micah’s game? She didn’t need him or his arrogance in her life, especially not after everything that had happened. She had been doing fine on her own, hadn’t she? Yet, every time she thought she was getting a handle on things, he showed up, complicating everything.
The thought of being transferred again only added to her anger. She couldn’t stand being at the mercy of someone like Mr. Clemens—someone who could play with her life and make her feel small without even blinking.
When the elevator doors closed, Sadie’s mind began to race, and she swore to herself that she would not let this situation defeat her. She would find a way out, no matter what it took. Whether it meant dealing with Micah or confronting Mr. Clemens head-on, she would figure it out. She couldn’t be passive anymore; it was time to take control of her own fate.
She arrived at the personnel department, her thoughts still on the encounter with Micah. Her resolve strengthened with each step. Whatever the outcome, she wouldn’t let anyone—especially a man like him—decide her future.
At the same time, Micah stood in his office, deep in thought. Why did Sadie have such an effect on him? He thought he was done caring about people. His life had always been about control and power, yet here he was, unable to shake off the image of her angry glare.
He couldn’t afford to be distracted by her, not when there were more important things at play. But deep down, something about Sadie—her strength, her defiance—kept drawing him in. And despite his best efforts, he couldn’t seem to get rid of the feeling that maybe, just maybe, he was starting to care.
“Enough thinking,” Micah muttered to himself, pushing the thoughts aside. “I need to focus.”
But even as he said that, he couldn’t help but wonder: would their paths cross again soon? And if they did, what would happen next?
