Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 42

She trudged to her cubicle, firing up her email with the usual lack of enthusiasm, but as the name atop the message loaded on her screen, the color drained from Lucinda’s face, leaving her ashen.

Around her, the complexions of her colleagues went through a spectrum of hues,

eventually settling on a collective look of pensive dread, all eyes flickering toward the director’s office door.

Lucinda felt as if her strength had left her body. She slumped into her chair, powerless.

A colleague approached, placing a sympathetic hand on her shoulder, “Ms. Lucinda, didn’t Ms. Haywood just mention the proposal?”

Now, no one dared to call out Brielle’s name in casual familiarity; it had to be the respectful ‘Ms. Haywood.”

Snapping back to reality, Lucinda quickly retrieved the proposal. The feeling in her gut was. akin to swallowing a fly-disgusting, unbearable, and impossible to ignore.

Standing before the director’s office, Lucinda was acutely aware of the pitying glances. thrown her way. Her face was pale, her fingertips clutching the proposal with white-knuckled intensity. After a few seconds of hesitation, she pushed open the door.

Her hair

Lucinda’s eyes.

Haywood,

her gaze briefly landing on the empty coffee mug on her desk-another one of

That bitch!

an outburst, Lucinda managed to

but her silence was cutting, making Lucinda extremely uncomfortable. Lucinda stood awkwardly, wanting to ask a question but fearing the cold rejection.

It was one

to say, “There’s an executive meeting in twenty minutes. Ms.

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office. “Ms. Lucinda, I’m not fond of this office décor. Would you mind arranging a makeover? Shouldn’t

tingling at the scalp, nearly

for an answer, just grabbed her documents and headed to

raged inwardly countless times, her

Spencer’s number. She refused to believe Spencer

hello,