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"I'm not sure what happened to make you forget the truth," he said quietly, "but you're much stronger than this. You've never struck me as the type to mope and let things happen, and I don't like being proven wrong."

A shaky smile made its way to Pippi's lips at her boss' words. "So what you're basically saying is...I should either move on or make things happen...for your sake?"

Gareth released a mock sigh of relief. "Thank God you're done acting like an idiot."

Pippi was still shaking her head in rueful amusement as she boarded the half-crowded elevator. As it sped down, she lifted her gaze absently, taking note of the other passengers. Most of them were wives of the company's board members, and she vaguely remembered about a luncheon on the same day that was exclusive to Simonides Incorporated's higher-ups.

The elevator paused on the 24th floor, and Pippi tried to keep her face blank when she saw Millicent Longbourn step in, followed by an older woman.

As the doors closed, Pippi couldn't help noticing the way the other women began exchanging looks as their lips curled in patronizing contempt.

Pippi slowly lowered her head even as shame engulfed her. It wasn't her place to interfere, and yet...

"Don't you think it's started to smell?" one of the women asked loudly.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Her teeth gnashed.

Don't interfere. Just don't.

"Now that you've mentioned it," another woman drawled, "it does seem like it."

"And if I'm not mistaken," the third woman in the group added snidely, "It's a rather whorish smell..."

Millicent is a big girl, Pippi tried to convince herself.And a really tough girl, too, she added desperately in her mind as the insults continued and Acheron's former lover refused to answer back for some reason.

"I truly feel for you, Mrs. Longbourn, to have been forced to move out of town—-"

Pippi's head jerked up, and this time everything became awfully clear. The older woman who had followed Ms. Longbourn inside was none other than Millicent's own mother, and the way she was looking at her daughter made Pippi realize why Millicent wasn't saying a thing.

Don't let get them to you.

And the plea seemed to have done its job, with the way Millicent was visibly struggling to control herself.

Good for them for taking the higher road, Pippi thought, and if she were smart, that was exactly what she should do, too.Just let this one go, and find another subtle and discreet way to help Millicent Longbourn.

Pippi began chanting the words in her mind.

Let it go.

Let it go.

Let it go.

But when she lifted her gaze anew and saw how Millicent's own eyes were smarting with tears of anger and pain, something in Pippi just snapped. Maybe it was the combination of stress and heartbreak, maybe it was her needing to let out steam after so many days of lying and pretending to her family that everything was still okay between Acheron and her, but she just couldn't take it anymore.

"So people saw her blowing the man she loved," Pippi heard herself yell all of a sudden. "What's so shameful about that? Or is it that you're really all just secretly envious because none of you are married to men you want to blow every night?"

Gasps filled the elevator, and not all of them were from the set of catty, spoiled wives presently turning purple with rage.

"What are you staring at?" Pippi snarled.

Shut up, oh my God, just shut up!

But her mouth continued to run away from her.

"Did you really think people would keep giving you all free passes just because your husbands have 'director' added to their names? Well, guess what?"