Chapter 133

Why even bother? Just messed things up for the boss again. Eyes stinging, Madeleine numbly walked back to her room. What was she upset about? What exactly was she so torn up over... Even six years ago, when Abigail dragged Clinton to a hotel to catch her cheating and Clinton didn't even believe her, she hadn't felt this crushed. Back then, that crushing sense of worthlessness, panic, fear—it had all just come crashing down on her. The second Jenny called her out, said she liked Beckett, panic just took over her entire body. She was terrified someone would notice how she felt. Especially Beckett. He could never know... that she had feelings for him. Liking Beckett felt like some kind of stain on him. "Madeleine, don't make yourself a joke again…" What a joke she was. Just because Beckett was different from other people, she assumed she could let herself feel something. Pathetic… she felt disgusting just thinking about it. She should take a good, hard look in the mirror. See if she was e