La Novels
Chapter 136
Chapter 136:
By noon, Allison had no appetite for lunch.
Perhaps Kellan’s breakfast had been too satisfying.
The sight of the sandwiches in the cafeteria now made her feel almost queasy.
Deciding to clear her head, she grabbed a coffee and a boxed lunch, then made her way to the rooftop for some fresh air.
But as she reached for the fire door, muffled voices stopped her in her tracks.
“Aimee, you’ve really switched sides fast.
The senior employees are so disappointed in you.
We taught you everything when you started here, and now you act like this?” A mocking female voice echoed.
Allison looked up and saw it was Thea.
Her eyes narrowed.
Thea, part of the same group that had spread rumors and provoked her recently, was now targeting Aimee.
She pulled out her phone and hit record, zooming in on the scene unfolding beyond the door.
Aimee stood surrounded by several people, their expressions a mixture of ridicule and disgust.
Marc, sneering, spoke with unrestrained contempt.
“We all know you’re from some poor, struggling family.
But trying to play both sides won’t get you anywhere.
You need to understand who’s really in charge.” He crossed his arms and smirked.
“Allison only got this job through connections.
You think Mr.
Lloyd will keep her around when he’s done with her in a few months?”
A chorus of jeers followed from the onlookers.
“So, Aimee, what makes you so special? Kissing up to Allison won’t get you far.”
Thea spat on the floor, her sneer deepening.
“Exactly.
You’re just a two-faced little snake.novelbin
And you know what? Allison doesn’t even care about you.
You’re nothing to her.”
Allison zoomed in further, her gaze hardening.
Aimee’s clothes were smeared with food stains, and discarded dishes littered the ground around her.
It became painfully clear — someone had thrown their lunch on her.
Aimee stood with her head bowed, strands of hair falling across her face, hiding her expression.
She looked small, broken.
Allison’s mind flashed back to Aimee’s recent habit of changing clothes multiple times at work.
At the time, Allison had thought it was just Aimee being overly meticulous.
But now, she understood the truth.
Aimee had been enduring this harassment quietly, day after day.
And yet, despite the torment, Aimee had found the courage to warn her.
Allison’s expression turned ice cold.
The level of bullying was far beyond unacceptable.
Marc loomed over Aimee, his face twisted in malice.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve reporting me.
Do you really think I won’t find ways to make your life a living hell?” He raised his hand menacingly, preparing to strike.
Aimee shut her eyes, bracing herself for the blow, like she always did.
But it never came.
Marc’s wrist was suddenly seized, held in an iron grip.
“Who do you think you are, raising a hand to her?” Allison’s voice was sharp, slicing through the tension like a knife.
Marc turned slowly, stiff with fear, his eyes locking with Allison’s.
The look in her eyes — cold, murderous — made his blood run cold.
“I… I wasn’t… It was just a joke between friends!” Marc stammered.
Allison didn’t bother replying.
With a swift, controlled motion, she flung him aside.
He hit the floor hard with a dull thud, groaning as he clutched his wrist, now bruised from her grip.
For a moment, Marc lay there, stunned.
The strength she’d used was terrifying — far beyond what he had expected from her.
Allison bent down and gently brushed away food remnants from Aimee’s clothes.
“It’s alright now.
I’m here.” Her voice was calm but cold, her gaze flickering over the group with shocking intensity.
“And what do you all think this is? Some playground for your petty, backstabbing games? Unfair workplace competition is one thing, but openly bullying a colleague?” Her voice sharpened, cutting through the air like ice.
“That crosses a line.”
It was the first time since joining the company that Allison had lost her temper.
“Do I need to remind you that you’re adults? This isn’t high school.
If Aimee presses charges, you’ll all be looking at harassment lawsuits.
And trust me, you won’t like the outcome.
A few nights in jail could be the least of your problems.”
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