Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle's brow furrowed in confusion, momentarily at a loss as to what exactly he was referring to.

She would be the first to admit that she could be a bit prickly and somber at times, but she would never ignore a call from her partner, especially not during a silent treatment between them. Such tactics only hastened the demise of a relationship.

She genuinely treasured the bond she shared with Max. She knew that their journey together had been no easy feat and that the road ahead would be fraught with obstacles. If she were to throw in the towel first, what kind of future could they possibly have? "Ms. Brielle, he tried calling you several times, I did too, but you just hung up. Your situation with the him really has me worried, because I want you two to work it out, not just cut off all communication the moment there's a disagreement," Patrick said, his frustration evident.

Brielle was speechless. She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her missed calls.

There were no calls from either of them. Not a trace. Could someone have tampered with her phone?

That was impossible. During her time at Stellar Stage Entertainment, her phone had always been by her side, untouched by anyone else.

So what exactly was going on?

The confusion in her eyes was unmistakable, prompting Patrick to frown. "Ms. Brielle, is there a problem?"

"I didn't receive any calls from you guys."

Patrick had been by Max's side for years, effortless in his counter-surveillance skills. Hearing Brielle's response, he immediately grew suspicious. "Ms. Brielle, would you mind if I take a look at your phone? I'll have someone check it out." Brielle nodded and handed it over without hesitation.

Around the corner, Annie stood with her arms crossed, casually eavesdropping on their conversation.

It seemed that

return, Annie swiftly made her way back to her desk and sent a message

phone is being checked, and I can't control it anymore. Murray, I'm so sad.

message, his heart melted. [Miss, with your smarts,

its limit. How can those two reconcile just like that, without clearing

quietly

pry but instead entered Max's

computer when he saw her. He reached for his suit jacket that was draped over a

surprised. Was he

her hand and hung it by his

"Should we call Wesley?"

"I've already told him."

led out of the office, her wrist in his grasp, all the

the top floor watched

the couple was living together and that Max

women in the office were a mix of envy and jealousy. How

with a complex expression, feeling an unpleasant twinge in

or maybe he'd take her to Tequila Sunset

"You-"