Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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Brielle’s lips quirked into a half–smile as she leaned back in her chair. The pros and cons of the situation she faced were clearly laid out in her mind. As for Williamn’s choice, well, that was his

After all, the project wasn’t exactly small potatoes. If William couldn’t handle this little venture without screwing up, it was his own reputation at Dorsey International that would take the hit.

Rising to her feet with a measured nod, Brielle made her position clear. “That’s all I’ve got to lay on the table, Mr. Noah. You go ahead and weigh that as you see fit.”

Noah was fumino, feeling like Brielle was lording it over him, but keeping his ultimate goal in sight, he tried to smooth his tone. “Now that we’ve got the nuts and bolts out of the way, let’s chew the tat about something else. Brielle, what’s your take on me as a person?”

Noah wasn’t one for beating around the bush. He was supposed to get Brielle, bed her, and snap a few incriminating snapshots for Alivia. Then, his status in Alivia’s heart would definitely improve.

Watching him nearly tripping over his own eagerness, Brielle couldn’t help but find it amusing. Noah wasn’t without talent, having Inherited his position from his father. He rarely engaged in underhanded tactics, which made Brielle wonder whether to call him naïve or just plain dumb.

a bit of a rough patch recently. Do you mind lending me an ear and maybe some

“What’s the

of mine in Beaconsfield, and I was thinking of having her seduce Spencer, catch him red–handed, and make sure the whole

How can you call yourself a friend if you drag her into your mess? Why involve a third party

how would you feel about approaching me?

in framing the conversation around her own experience, effectively resonating with Noah. Unbeknownst to him, what Alivia had asked him

He was quick to disassociate. “Chasing after you is my own decision; it’s got nothing to do with Alivia. Don’t paint her in a

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pretty low. Whether or not she put you up to this, Mr. Noah, you know the truth. I’ve said my piece.

lingering for another word.

the arms of his office chair. His expression was as dark as the bottom of a burnt pan.