HATRED (series 2#)

Chapter 4

                              Unveiling the Truth

After days of avoiding my boss's calls and messages, I couldn't escape the weight of the elevator incident. It consumed my thoughts and made it impossible to focus on anything else. I finally confided in Nichole, who had been pestering me about my strange behavior.

Reluctantly, I spilled the details to Nichole, expecting her usual dramatic reaction. But surprisingly, she didn't jump to conclusions or offer misguided advice. Instead, she listened intently, her eyes filled with concern.

"I can't believe she did that to you," Nichole exclaimed, her voice filled with righteous anger. "If I see that woman, I'll give her a piece of my mind!"

I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "Easy there, tiger. Let's not resort to violence just yet."

But Nichole was adamant. She believed that I should stand up for myself and not let anyone treat me poorly. Her fiery determination was both inspiring and intimidating.

"I've made up my mind," I declared, my voice filled with determination. "I'm resigning. This whole situation has been too much to handle."

Nichole's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you crazy, girl? You have an amazing job at 'Fortes'! Don't throw it all away just because of one mistake. Other girls would kill to be in your position."

Kylie took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. She knew she couldn't keep the incident in the elevator a secret from Nichole any longer. With a heavy heart, she began to share the truth.

"Nichole," Kylie started, her voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination, "I have to tell you about that fateful elevator ride. It was more than just an uncomfortable encounter. It was a moment that shook me to my core."

Nichole's eyes widened, sensing the gravity of the situation. She leaned in closer, offering her unwavering support.

Kylie's voice quivered as she continued, her words pouring out like a dam breaking. things escalated. Mark kissed me in the elevator. A flicker of admiration crossed Kylie's face as she spoke of their boss.

Nichole leaned in, eager to hear the juicy details, and asked, "Oh my gosh, Kylie! What happened? Tell me everything!"

Kylie grinned mischievously as she whispered to her friend, "Okay, so picture this: the elevator doors closed, and it was just me and Mark. I didn't even know he was in there when I entered. But a minute later, I noticed him standing there, and I tried to start a conversation to break the silence. I didn't know how, but all I can remember was Mark leaning in and kissing me.
Nichole, I can't deny that the incident left me scarred. I'm finding the strength to heal. I don't want to settle for less anymore. I want to push myself and never let anyone define my worth. I deserve better, and I won't let anyone or anything hold me back."

Nichole's eyes widened in surprise, and she exclaimed, "No way! That sounds like something straight out of a romance movie!"

Kylie nodded, her cheeks blushing, and continued, "I know, right? It was so unexpected.

Nichole giggled, teasingly nudging Kylie, and said, "Well, it sounds like Mark knows how to make a grand gesture. Did anyone notice?

Kylie shook her head, a hint of relief in her expression, and replied, "Luckily, no one else was in the elevator with us. It was our little secret moment, just between Mark and me.

Nichole's eyes glistened with pride as she pulled Kylie into a tight hug.

"You're right, Kylie. You're not just a survivor, you're a queen. And queens don't let anyone or anything dim their light. We're in this together, my girl. Let's rise above it all