Master of his heart

Chapter 42

Chapter 42

She trudged to her cubicle, firing up her email with the usual lack of enthusiasm, but as the name atop the message loaded on her screen, the color drained from Lucinda’s face, leaving her ashen.

Around her, the complexions of her colleagues went through a spectrum of hues,

eventually settling on a collective look of pensive dread, all eyes flickering toward the director’s office door.

Lucinda felt as if her strength had left her body. She slumped into her chair, powerless.

A colleague approached, placing a sympathetic hand on her shoulder, “Ms. Lucinda, didn’t Ms. Haywood just mention the proposal?”

Now, no one dared to call out Brielle’s name in casual familiarity; it had to be the respectful ‘Ms. Haywood.”

Snapping back to reality, Lucinda quickly retrieved the proposal. The feeling in her gut was. akin to swallowing a fly-disgusting, unbearable, and impossible to ignore.

Her face was pale, her fingertips clutching the proposal with white-knuckled

stood at her desk, focused on sorting through documents. Her hair was pulled up. with a few strands

surge of envy flashed through Lucinda’s eyes. Why did this bitch

announced begrudgingly, “Ms. Haywood, here is

her gaze briefly landing on the empty coffee mug on her desk-another one of Lucinda’s tasks. Lucinda caught the hint, her manicured nails

That bitch!

to stave off an outburst, Lucinda managed to pour a fresh coffee

stood awkwardly, wanting to ask a question

It was one she had prepared earlier and was

she finally managed to say, “There’s an executive meeting in twenty minutes. Ms.

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nodded absentmindedly, surveying the office. “Ms. Lucinda, I’m not fond of this office décor. Would you mind arranging a makeover? Shouldn’t be a

felt a tingling at the scalp, nearly passing out from

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