Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128

Iris’s POV

I rummaged through my purse, pushing aside tissues, lip balm, and a

small sketchbook until my fingers found the hard plastic edge of my

work badge. There it was, tucked away in the bottom corner. I pulled

it out and stared at my forced smile in the ID photo, taken on my first

day at Crescent Design.

“Damn it,” I muttered to myself.

I’d meant to return this along with cleaning out my desk when I

resigned, but in all the drama with Megan and the competition, I’d

completely forgotten. I glanced at the clock–just before nine,

darkness barely settling outside my window. Not too late to swing by

the office and finish what I’d started.

My wolf stirred restlessly within me, clearly not thrilled about

returning to a place associated with stress and confrontation. I placed

a hand on my stomach instinctively, a gesture that had become habit

these past weeks.

“It’ll be quick,” I promised myself. “In and out. Just need to grab my

sketches and return this badge.”

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The drive to Crescent Design was quiet, streets emptying as the

workday ended. When I pulled into the parking lot, only a few cars

remained–likely the cleaning staff or dedicated employees working late. The building loomed ahead, its sleek glass exterior reflecting the

city lights, windows mostly dark except for sporadic illumination on

various floors.

I swiped my badge at the entrance, half–expecting it to be deactivated already. The green light blinked, granting me access one final time. The lobby echoed with my footsteps as I walked toward the elevator.

Once on my floor, I moved through the dim office, my enhanced

vision making navigation easy. My desk stood exactly as I’d left it- partially cleared, with a few personal items and sketches still in the

drawers. I knelt down and began pulling them out, my wolf’s nose

helping me locate exactly what I needed without turning on the

overhead lights.

“Found you,” I whispered, fingers brushing against the folder containing my original hand–drawn designs–previous concepts I’d

created before the competition. Not my best work, but still mine, and

I wasn’t about to leave them behind.

Suddenly, the fluorescent lights blazed on, flooding the space with

harsh brightness. I blinked, momentarily disoriented.

“What are you doing here?” Megan Claire’s voice cut through the

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silence, sharp and accusatory.

I didn’t even turn around at first, continuing to collect my papers.

“Getting my things,” I replied evenly. “I forgot some sketches.”

“Your internship is over. You have no business being here after

hours.” Her heels clicked against the floor as she moved closer.

I finally stood and faced her, noting how her usually perfect

appearance seemed slightly disheveled. The past few days hadn’t

been kind to her reputation–being publicly exposed as a design thief

and subsequently blacklisted would do that.

“I found what I needed.” I held up the folder, then reached into my

pocket for my badge. “And I’m returning this.”

I placed the badge on the desk with a small click. Megan’s eyes

narrowed, her posture rigid with barely controlled fury.

“You know,” I said, unable to resist a parting shot, “you might want to

start clearing out your own desk. This position won’t be yours much

longer.”

Her face flushed red. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you? Using

your little alias to humiliate me.”

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