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 desk, focused on sorting through documents. Her hair was pulled up.

flashed through Lucinda’s eyes. Why did this bitch

begrudgingly, “Ms. Haywood, here is the proposal

her desk-another one of Lucinda’s tasks. Lucinda caught

That bitch!

stave off an outburst, Lucinda managed to pour a fresh coffee without a change

mock her, but her silence was cutting, making Lucinda extremely uncomfortable. Lucinda stood awkwardly, wanting to ask a

through the proposal. It was one she had prepared earlier and was

Lucinda a while, but she finally managed to say, “There’s an executive meeting in twenty minutes. Ms. Haywood, you’re expected to

1/2

I’m not fond of this office décor. Would

the scalp, nearly

just grabbed her

times, her eyes

She refused to believe Spencer couldn’t handle

Spencer, hello,