“A cup of coffee please.” the masculine voice interrupted suddenly.“Oh!” Betty jolted back into consciousness immediately.She had been staring absentmindedly at the first customer she attended to that morning, her thoughts still trapped in yesterday’s humiliation. Then another customer suddenly asked for coffee and it snapped her back to reality.“How do you want it served sir?” the question flew out of her mouth before she could properly look at his face.“Sir!” she blurted the instant her eyes landed on him.Her heartbeat skipped violently.“Are you sure you want to order a cup of coffee from me sir?” she asked carefully, almost afraid of the answer she would hear.She remembered yesterday too clearly. How could she ever forget it?Before she had run into the back room to cry her eyes out inside the toilet, Andy had exposed everything about her to Mr Paris. Every ugly detail about her past had been thrown out shamelessly.And after hearing it all, Mr Paris avoided her.He delibera

She sighed immediately, the sound slipping out of her like a tired confession she no longer had the strength to hold back.Her gaze remained fixed on the screen as she took in the caption, and the way her former colleague mate mimicked her online. She knew it.Whatever Andy and her crew were trying to achieve by posting the video, by captioning it wrong, they had achieved it.Now, the world hated her more. They judged her more and they mocked her online.She sighed a second time, slower this time, like it cost her something deeper.Then, almost mechanically, she scrolled to her profile settings.And she saw it.The verified badge.Insta was a popular app in Greenfield, but only a few had the verified badge.Before anyone could earn it, such an individual must be in the higher ranks of the rich in Greenfield. The person must have a popular name and all of that. It was not just social status, it was proof of relevance.In this way, before the bankruptcy of the Kingston Family happened,

She breathed endlessly, squeezing her face as she tried to touch her aching back, her fingers trembling as they brushed against her spine.Every part of her body hurt. Her feet throbbed painfully from the long walk, and her shoulders felt stiff like heavy stones had been placed on them.She had walked for over two hours before finally getting to her tiny studio apartment.And even during the exhausting journey home, life still refused to give her peace.On her way back, she had seen a man standing dangerously close to the bridge railings, trying to take his own life.At first, she had wanted to ignore it. She was too tired. Too broken herself. But something inside her would not allow her to walk away.So she stopped him.She spoke to him.And somehow, she was able to save him.The grateful look in his eyes afterward warmed her heart slightly, giving her a strange sense of comfort. For a moment, she felt useful again. Human again.But even that could not erase the pain tearing through