Chapter 143
~ Hailey ~
"I'm as surprised as you are, Hailey," Derek said as he started packing up my stuff.
The casual way he was handling my belongings—grabbing files, unplugging my desk lamp, rifling through my drawers—made my blood boil.
"Goodness, Derek, demotion, really?" I stood up, already very worried. My heart was pounding. My hands were shaking. "And what the hell are you doing with my stuff?"
"Helping you pack up," he said with that infuriatingly smug smile. "Data Entry position is not in this wing."
He pulled out a cardboard box from under his arm and started loading my personal items into it. My framed certificates. My coffee mug. The small succulent plant I'd kept alive against all odds.
My mind reeled. Data entry? That was work for interns and entry-level employees. N
