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.

acutely aware of the pitying glances. thrown her way. Her face was pale, her fingertips clutching the proposal with white-knuckled intensity. After a few seconds of hesitation, she pushed open

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

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

Haywood,

mug on her desk-another one of Lucinda’s tasks.

That bitch!

to stave off an outburst, Lucinda managed to pour a fresh coffee without a change in

extremely uncomfortable. Lucinda stood awkwardly, wanting to ask a question but fearing the cold rejection. Her heart was in

the proposal. It was one

say, “There’s an executive meeting in twenty minutes. Ms. Haywood, you’re expected to

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“Ms. Lucinda, I’m not fond of this office

the

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