Chapter 5

Faith’s tone was icy, her words dripping with disdain as though Brielle was beneath her notice. Brielle knew that if she didn’t take action, the next call would be to the Haywoods, and then her parents would be on the line, lecturing her on her lack of charm and tact.

She was tired of being a puppet on strings. After hanging up, she texted Faith the address of the suburban mansion, Spencer’s little love nest. If Faith cared to dig, she would discover her son’s mistress.

Brielle also wondered if Faith already knew about Spencer and Lillian’s affair, which would explain her increasingly imperious attitude. Not only did Faith expect her to play the dutiful daughter-in-law within the Dorsey clan, but she also expected her to handle Spencer’s business affairs. Talk about making the most of her assets.

When Brielle arrived at Dorsey Tower and pushed open the office door, she found the entire floor eerily silent.

Everyone sat up straight, casting anxious glances toward the elevators. Whispers echoed through the cubicles.

“All the execs got called up for a meeting. Word is Mr. Dorsey’s not staying abroad this time.”

“The Wall Street Journal had a feature on him just the other day-Harvard wunderkind.”

“Looks like a shake-up at Dorsey International.”

Brielle thought of the man who had left her bed that morning, now presiding over the top floor, and

as much so in a suit

when a tap on her shoulder made her turn. “Why’s the director not here? If he skips the exec meeting, our department’s going to be

the only one who

her

appeared in Lucinda’s eyes, followed by a deeply hidden disdain. “Isn’t he your fiancé? Really?

was an ace up her sleeve, but it wasn’t

like Dorsey International, you could randomly throw a brick, and it would

Chapter 5

tell me you got two-timed?” Lucinda’s

sighed and organized her documents,

in a grey suit. Hel quickly straightened his tie

him the organized

as he impatiently headed to the private elevator, “You’re coming to the meeting with me.” She had prepared the files. If he

the top floor was tense, the senior executives ready

boardroom and met the cold gaze

like a tree covered with frost in winter when

the directors

together in a small smile, meeting Max’s impassive stare. He really was a different

pale-faced, found a seat, regretting

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