Chapter 53: Frosty
Amelia balled her hands into fists, wanting to let them towards her sneering face. However, since violence could possibly lead to a lawsuit, she decided that words were a better weapon instead.
So she slowly got up from under the desk and dusted herself clean, making sure that some of the dirt got on Aubrey as well.
"Whether or not I am a pathetic lapdog is not up to you to decide," Amelia said evenly, channeling Matteo’s glacial calm and inherent derision for anyone who spoke nonsense in his general vicinity.
She remembered how Aubrey had taken a photo of the breakfast Matteo bought for her and spread her tall tales all over the office, her envy evident in her every gesture.
Jealousy was a disease; she had no doubt that Aubrey must have spread worse tales after the press conference and tabloids appeared, torpedoing Amelia’s reputation in the office.
"I wasn’t the one blatantly wagging their tail, begging for a chance to lick Emmeline’s shoes. No matter how much you scheme, you will never be able to join their family," Amelia pointed out, her eyes going to the box of bonbons Emmeline had oh so kindly given to Aubrey.
A scoff escaped her lips. To think Aubrey was so easily bought over― this box of chocolates was a mere drop in the ocean of the Hawthorne family’s wealth, yet Aubrey still cherished it as though Emmeline had given her gold.
"You should know better than to accept her gifts since chocolate is poisonous for dogs," Amelia added as a parting shot, before deciding, in a split second, to go back to her seat.
No matter what everyone else thought, she did have actual work to finish. Ronan had been swamped with the recent developments in Matteo’s personal life; she owed it to him to at least lighten his workload however possible.