A smug, triumphant smile spread across Sandra''s face as she reassured herself. Tomorrow, she would do exactly as Lionel said. She would go and apologize to Hannah.


    Of course, whether or not Hannah could handle her apology was another matter entirely.


    The next day, Sandra was discharged from the hospital. Instead of going home, she took a taxi to the Keystone Group building, arriving at noon, just as the sun was at its peak. She didn''t have an umbre or a hat, and she wheeled herself to the front entrance under the zing sun, a picture of fragile determination.


    Just then, Hannah and her colleagues wereing downstairs for lunch.


    Hannah saw Sandra wheeling toward her and immediately tensed. Remembering the photographer, she scanned the area, checking the bushes and corners for anyone hiding with a camera. But she saw no one suspicious. Had Lionel''s visit yesterday put a stop to her games?


    Unsure of Sandra''s motives but certain it was a trap, Hannah remained on high alert.


    "Hannah, we meet again," Sandra said as she approached. Her face was pale, almost translucent in the harsh sunlight, and her dry, chapped lips pulled into a weak smile. “I came here today to apologize to you. I hope you can be the bigger person and not hold a grudge."


    Her words were dripping with condescension, and not just Hannah, but all her colleagues, exchanged looks of disbelief.


    "Lionel spoke to me yesterday," Sandra continued, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "He knows had my reasons for what did, and I''m sure he told youhas much. But I felt was important toe and apologize in person, just so there are no more misunderstandings."


    Hannah crossed her arms, looking down at her with a dismissive air. "What exactly are you apologizing for? If you don''t specify, how am I supposed to know which incident you''re referring to?"


    She knew Sandra had chosen this


    time and ce-the busy lunch hour rush-to force her into epting the apology to avoid making a scene in front of her coworkers. But Sandra had miscalcted. The bigger the audience, the more Hannah enjoyed the show. After all, she wasn''t the one who was about to be humiliated.


    Sandra was taken aback. This was not the reaction she had anticipated.


    "Honestly, you''ve done so many stupid things, I''ve lost track," Hannah continued,


    her voice light and mocking. "You''ll have to be more specific."


    A sly smile yed on her lips as she watched Sandra''sposure begin to crumble.


    Sandra clenched her jaw, her fingers digging into the armrests of her wheelchair. "It''s about... about what happened recently."


    "Oh, you mean the other day, when you showed up out of nowhere, approached my friend and me, and then faked a fall the moment our backs were turned, hoping to frame as? But you didn''t count on the spotting the photographer you had hired to capture the whole thing. Is that what you''re talking about?"


    A wave of murmurs rippled through the crowd of onlookers.