Chapter 6

Chapter 6:

Uncertainty flickered across Eileen’s eyes, masked by her dense lashes. “That’s a question for Mr. Dawson,” she suggested gently.

Vivian was perplexed. “I’ve asked him. He insists he’s in the dark, though I doubt that. Even though his wife was chosen by his grandmother, he must know something about her, don’t you think?”

Eileen could only respond with a shake of her head. “In all my time here, I’ve never seen Mr. Dawson seek out that information. Whether he’s had others look into it, I can’t say.”

The disbelief was evident on Vivian’s face, her mind grappling with the idea of Bryan not pursuing the matter.

Eileen considered for a moment before replying, “Perhaps Mr. Dawson is waiting for the right moment, needing his grandmother’s say-so for decisions like a divorce.”

Vivian pondered the response, then said, “That’s valid. Yet persuading Stella might prove difficult without his wife’s support.”

The smile on her face began to wane as she felt a sense of burden creeping in.

“I can’t take this on myself. Bryan doesn’t need the added stress,” Vivian muttered.

The moment Kian emerged from the office, Vivian’s concern propelled her to his side.

“What happened? Did you do something to Bryan?” she inquired, a note of anxiety in her voice.

“We just had a conversation,” Kian assured her, though his attention seemed anchored on Eileen. He leaned in, resting his hands on Eileen’s desk.

“Miss Curtis, expect Vivian here more frequently. If she steps out of bounds, I apologize in advance,” he said.

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Eileen held his gaze, her demeanor steady.

“Understood.”

afternoon. You’ll go home and lay low for a

to Kian’s arm, her eyes flitting with thoughts, she

jab, asked, “Tired of Bryan, are you? Planning

won’t understand. You can

Kian gone, Vivian slipped back into Bryan’s office, leaving Eileen to her thoughts. Composure had returned to her more swiftly than she had anticipated, her resolve firming. Whatever Vivian was searching for

with her

Eileen responded, offering a warm

the ripples were felt throughout Apex Group. Amid the day’s chaos, Eileen navigated a stream of urgent tasks, her presence in

interactions were brief. Bryan’s penetrating gaze often met hers, laden with unspoken thoughts. Eileen knew better than to engage, focusing instead on her work and

happening between her and Bryan, and soon, it was

Bryan tonight at the O.V. Club.

now detailed by the rumors, had cleared Bryan’s schedule for the evening. Eileen was hesitant, but before she could decide

Club, Room 520, 7 P.M.

acknowledgment. Approaching Bryan’s office, she rapped on the door with a measured double tap. Bryan’s voice, resonant and inviting, called

said, “Mr. Dawson, there’s been a change for this

clock, noting the approach of the evening. “We

one’s critical,”

rose with purpose. “Hand over the paperwork. Meanwhile,

without delay. Sliding behind the wheel, she navigated the car smoothly

of the city, a beacon of opulence. It wasn’t foreign to either of

together, silence enveloping them as Eileen pressed the button for their destination. The limited space brought her inadvertently closer to

stepping forward with an air of familiarity, his

darkness. Bryan’s silhouette hesitated as a sudden burst of light unveiled a celebration in wait. The room bloomed to life, awash with roses and the

greeting her as she announced, “Surprise!” Friends, familiar faces from Bryan’s university days, came into view. They were Vivian’s

a moment of uncertainty. As the cheer ebbed under Bryan’s unimpressed demeanor, attention

her eyes on his. “It’s me you should

composure, despite knowing she was part of the ploy. But shouldn’t this be a moment of joy for Bryan, with Vivian orchestrating such an elaborate gesture? Yet, Bryan’s gaze lingered on Eileen, who finally spoke. “Mr. Dawson, the fault is mine.

“Please, no blame should fall on her. It was my

to Bryan as he gave the slightest smile, a gesture that

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