Chapter 30 Reuniting with Ronan
When Sadie was still a noble lady, she often graced the same high-end restaurants in Newark that Micah now frequented. She knew these places well and was acutely aware that reservations had to be made half a month in advance. Expecting to gather those items within half an hour? Pure wishful thinking! 'But could I even afford to quit now?' Sadie thought.
Sadie tugged at her hair, feeling an impending breakdown. How she longed to throw her security hat at Micah's face and scream, "I quit!"
But the thought of her three kids at home and remembering how the kids' father had once left her stranded on the roadside swallowed her impulse. Bowing to life's whims wasn't the end of the world. The immediate problem, however, was finding those specific foods. She had no idea where even to start.
David couldn't help but sympathize with her silent breakdown. He quickly pieced together who Sadie must have crossed paths with—Micah—the one person in all of Newark no one could afford to offend. It felt like the end of the line for her.
Feeling equally desolate, Sadie turned her pleading eyes toward David, who shivered under her gaze. He said helplessly, "I don't know what to do either. Those things Mr. Clemens wants? I've had them, but not on some fancy menu."
"Where did you eat them?" Sadie pressed, her eyes suddenly sparkled with hope. Maybe regular restaurant food could pass muster.
"The seventh-floor restaurant," David replied.
"David, you're a lifesaver." Sadie gave David a hearty pat on the shoulder and declared excitedly. "You've helped me more than you know!"
With renewed vigor, Sadie sprinted toward the elevator. She only had half an hour and had to act fast. Rushing to the seventh-floor restaurant, she hastily requested the chef to prepare Chicken Alfredo and Tiramisu. Then, she hurried to the 21st floor for coffee. It's all the same food, just a different chef, right?
Sadie moved with lightning speed, gathering everything in just 21 minutes, leaving her with 9 minutes to spare. Feeling accomplished, she made her way back to the elevator. Suddenly, a cold realization washed over her: her security badge only allowed access up to the 48th floor. To reach the 66th floor, she'd have to take the stairs.
Without hesitation, Sadie began the grueling climb, carrying the breakfast items. Eighteen floors of stairs. Each step made her legs tremble like leaves in a storm.
By the time she reached the 65th floor, she felt as if she might collapse. Her sickness only made things worse. Panting heavily, she looked up—one more floor to go. The 66th floor felt so close and yet so far. Her legs felt like lead, her lungs on fire, as though she had just swallowed a mouthful of burning chili water.
Fueled by sheer determination, Sadie dragged herself up to the 66th floor. The moment she stepped out of the stairwell, her legs gave out, nearly causing her to collapse at the conference room door. At that critical moment, a pair of hands caught her from behind.
"Thank you," she gasped, turning around to see a familiar face. Her heart skipped a beat, frozen in place. The kindly face's expression stiffened, his smile fading as he awkwardly held her up. It was Ronan.
"Mr. Potter!" a bodyguard softly reminded him, snapping him back to reality. Ronan quickly let go and took a step back.
Sadie wanted desperately to flee this suffocating situation, but her legs felt glued to the floor. She stood there, hair disheveled, holding a cheap takeout bag, in an ill-fitting security uniform, her face slick with sweat and tears welling in her eyes. Why did she have to meet the person she most wanted to see in her most disheveled state?
Fighting back tears, Sadie tried to keep it together. This was a fate she had no control over, a reality she couldn't change. Four years had passed, and they had both changed.
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