Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle gripped the steering wheel, her fingers barely registering the cool leather as a wave of unspeakable exhaustion washed over her.

She didn't hit the gas right away, not until the impatient blare of a horn from behind spurred her into motion, and she slowly pulled out into the street.

She was on her way to Dorsey International as she got off work early today and wanted to visit Dorsey International.

But halfway there, she spotted Annie, arms laden with files, hustling toward Dorsey International. Annie was multitasking, chatting on a phone call without watching her step, which led to an unfortunate tumble, files scattering like leaves in a gust of wind. The sidewalk was awash with people in a hurry, too wrapped up in their own worlds to lend a hand.

Brielle couldn't just drive on by, so she pulled over and swung open her car door.

Annie, still on the call, was gathering her papers when she caught sight of Brielle and exclaimed in surprise, "Ms. Brielle."

Brielle squatted down to help, gathering the sheets of paper. "Why didn't you grab a cab?" She handed the papers back and gestured toward her car. "If you're heading to Dorsey International, I can give you a lift."

"Thank you, Ms. Brielle," Annie said as she climbed into Brielle's car, only then noticing that it was the same vehicle Patrick had driven just a few days ago. Her eyebrows arched momentarily, but she didn't inquire further.

As Brielle drove, she stole glances at Annie through the rearview mirror. Brielle did harbor suspicions, but she lacked concrete evidence.

The night she'd gotten drunk with Kenzo, her memory was patchy, leaving her uncertain if the clues in her mind were real.

unaware of any such notion, and Max was not one to lie. He'd stood too long in

resemblance to

to sow discord between her and Max, there would

the ice. She had prepared a script

surprise, Brielle

the entire trip. When they

here. Time to

sense of being

darkened, though her face remained composed. "Thank

her fingertips drumming

Annie entered

comfort when upset but the elevator reached the top floor too

didn't indulge

Annie tossed the unwrapped

that moment, Brielle reached the top floor and immediately

if her recent silent

let misunderstandings linger, so she approached Patrick with a gentle tone. "Patrick, can