Master of his heart

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.”

her bed that morning, now presiding over the top floor, and the corner of her

in bed, and just as much so in

her shoulder made her turn. “Why’s the director not here? If he skips

coworker Lucinda, the only one

on her badge, “I

disdain. “Isn’t he

was an ace up her sleeve, but it

could randomly throw a brick,

Chapter 5

I saw the director with another woman at the mall last week. Don’t tell me you got two-timed?” Lucinda’s pity hinted at the harsh reality of marrying into

and organized

dinged, and Spencer emerged, suave in a grey suit. Hel quickly straightened his tie and smoothed

handed him the organized

to the private elevator, “You’re coming to the meeting with me.” She had prepared the files. If he was questioned, she’d

the top floor was tense,

he entered the boardroom and met the cold gaze

was a large French window. Max sat there, like a tree covered with frost in winter when everything withers, devoid of

the directors rigid with

lips together in

a seat, regretting last night’s