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Chapter_29
Sadie stood frozen for a moment, her mind struggling to process what had just happened. Breakfast? Micah had just ordered her to run errands for him like she was nothing more than a personal assistant. The sting of his words—the way he had so effortlessly made her feel small and insignificant—cut deep. Cleaning would be more suitable? Was he enjoying this? Watching her fall from grace, humiliating her at every turn?
David, who had been watching from a distance, seemed unaware of Sadie’s internal storm. “You okay?” he asked, his voice friendly yet concerned.
Sadie blinked, forcing herself to smile, though it felt like her face might crack under the weight of the emotions roiling inside her. “Yeah… I’m fine,” she said, though the words felt hollow in her mouth.
“Good,” David nodded. “Just head to the 66th floor, and you’ll find the meeting room where you can deliver the food. Don’t worry about it too much.”
Sadie nodded absently, still processing Micah’s words. Cleaning, huh? It wasn’t just a comment—it was a reminder of how far she’d fallen in his eyes. From the woman he once admired and protected, to this… this humiliation. It felt like an unforgivable betrayal, especially knowing that he was the one who had orchestrated this entire mess.
Her legs moved mechanically as she made her way to the elevator. The doors opened with a soft ding, and she stepped inside, her heart heavy. As the elevator ascended to the 66th floor, she clenched her fists at her sides. She couldn’t understand why Micah was doing this to her. He was the one who had made sure Samuel was punished. Yet here she was, being degraded at every turn, as if the victim deserved punishment too.
The elevator doors opened with a smooth swoosh, revealing a sleek, modern corridor. Sadie took a deep breath and walked toward the meeting room, the weight of the bag she was carrying feeling like a hundred-pound anchor. She arrived outside the meeting room and paused, gathering her strength before knocking softly.
“Come in,” a voice called from inside, cool and authoritative.
Sadie pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes instinctively searching for Micah. He was seated at the head of the large conference table, flanked by Andrew and several other executives. The tension in the room was palpable, and all eyes turned toward her the moment she entered.
“Mr. Clemens, I’ve brought the breakfast you requested,” Sadie said as evenly as she could, though her voice felt strained.
Micah didn’t look up immediately. He continued to speak with the others, giving a few brief nods as if she were no more significant than a piece of furniture. When he did finally glance in her direction, his gaze was cold, dismissive.
“Place it on the table,” he said curtly.
Sadie set the food down on the table, her hands shaking slightly as she did. The silence in the room felt suffocating. She could feel the weight of everyone’s gaze, but it was Micah’s unspoken judgment that felt the hardest to bear.
“Is there anything else?” she asked, her voice betraying a slight tremor as she met his eyes.
Micah studied her for a moment, the faintest smirk playing on his lips as if he were finding amusement in her discomfort. “No,” he said, his tone almost bored. “You may go.”
Sadie nodded stiffly, her chest tightening with frustration and hurt. She turned to leave, but just before she exited the room, she heard Micah’s voice again.
“Make sure to get it right next time. I don’t tolerate mistakes,” he called after her, a reminder of just how little he thought of her now.
The door shut behind her with a soft click, and Sadie let out a shaky breath. As she walked back toward the elevator, her mind was a swirl of anger and confusion. What had she done to deserve this? It wasn’t just the punishment—it was the total disregard for her as a person. He had taken everything from her, and now he was treating her like nothing more than a tool for his convenience.
The elevator doors opened, and she stepped inside, but her thoughts refused to settle. Micah had changed, and so had she. But as much as she hated him for it, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to his actions—a deeper game being played.
