Nonetheless, Raegan did not relent.
She intensified her act, stomping her foot and complaining, âAnd he said some really awful things too!â
Mitchel, previously in a foul mood, found himself unexpectedly entertained by the spectacle.
Struggling to keep a straight face, he inquired, âAnd what did he say?â
Raegan, still playing her part between sobs, responded, âHe boasted about taking everything thatâs yours, including me, and even talked about seizing control of the companyâ¦â
Raegan was weaving her narrative with skills, straddling the line between truth and drama.
Henley had indeed made comments far worse than what she recounted, but she chose her words carefully to hide her true identity and motive.
And Henleyâs ambitions toward the company? Those were very real, leaving no room for accusations of falsehood.
Mitchel fixed a steely look on Henley and dismissed him with a scoff.
âonly in your dreams.
â
Raegan showed her wrist to Mitchel.
âLook, he left a bruise,â she pointed out, her voice a mix of pain and accusation.
Mitchelâs expression softened, his anger giving way to concern as he gently offered, âLet me see to that for you.
â
The room fell into a hushed surprise at Mitchelâs gentle gesture, something they hadnât expected from the usually reserved Mitchel.
For a man of Mitchelâs stature, who had been known to be single for such a long time, acknowledging a girlfriend was not just unusual but rather astonishing.
Everyone was buzzing with curiosity about Raegan, who had garnered such attention from him.
Mitchel, with a look of disdain aimed at Henley, issued a warning, âIf thereâs a next time, expect more than just a few punches.
â
Mitchel then placed his arm protectively around Raeganâs shoulders, signaling their departure.
Henley stood still, his gaze icy, as Mitchel and Raegan walked away.
He was taken aback by Raeganâs cunning, caught off guard by her ability to turn the tables on him.
To retaliate openly would tarnish his carefully maintained image, yet to stay silent seemed to confirm the accusations against him.
In either case, Raegan had struck a blow to his reputation.
Henley exited the scene silently, his departure leaving a chill in the air, and convincing the onlookers even further of Raeganâs claims.
The disparity in Henleyâs usual demeanor and his current predicament was striking.
Back in Mitchelâs office, the door had barely clicked shut when Mitchel Lifted Raegan onto the desk and began treating her bruises with alcohol from his drawer.
âItâs not as bad as it looks.
I exaggerated a bit by rubbing it more,â
Raegan confessed.
Raegan believed that without making the injury appear severe, people wouldnât reconsider their views about Henley.
Mitchelâs response was a low hum, a mix of advice and concern.
âDonât take him on alone when Iâm not there.
â