You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 615

Amelia had just walked back into the office when she spotted a crowd gathered by the break room.

She frowned and made her way over. “What’s going on here?”

“Amelia, Hailee called the cops.”

“The cops? Why?”

“She said someone hit her at work. The police are here now, taking her statement.”

Amelia’s stomach dropped. Two names immediately came to mind.

“Alright, back to work, everyone. What kind of example are we setting, standing around like this? If you’re all so free, maybe no one leaves before midnight this week.”

That was all it took for everyone to scatter and hurry back to their desks. Of course, no one was actually focused on work—their bodies were at their computers, but their thoughts were still in the break room.

Amelia pushed open the door.

The police officers were just packing up and getting ready to head upstairs.

“Hailee, what happened?”

The moment Hailee saw Amelia, she burst into tears.

Amelia’s eye twitched. No way—did someone really get into a fight just for escorting a new hire upstairs?

Hailee sniffled and tried to get the story out. “I was helping a new employee get settled, and Ms. Klotz slapped me.”

She pulled her hand away from her face, revealing a bright red handprint. Amelia’s eyelid twitched again.

“You... called the police?”

Hailee shot back, “Why wouldn’t I?”

Amelia was at a loss. “I didn’t mean it like that…”

Getting hit at work—calling the police was totally within Hailee’s rights. There was nothing Amelia could say.

Except this was complicated. Ms. Klotz wasn’t just anyone; she was a senior manager.

Amelia didn’t know what else to say.

She didn’t try to make excuses. “This was my fault. I’m willing to make it right. Could you please help mediate?”

The officer looked a little surprised at how quickly she admitted fault. “We’ll do our best. What kind of compensation are you thinking, Ms. Klotz?”

“Whatever she wants. Money’s not an issue.”

In the end, Hailee walked away with two hundred thousand dollars.

One slap, two hundred grand—not bad at all.

But the real winner was Patricia.

News of Tina’s outburst spread through the company like wildfire. In less than an hour, Tina had become the main character in every office group chat, the hottest gossip of the day.

If the news was making the rounds inside, it was only a matter of time before it went public.

By the afternoon, tabloids and websites were all over the story.

The entertainment blogs were especially dramatic. Patricia sat in her office, clicked open an article, and couldn’t help but smile at the bold, attention-grabbing headline.