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.

director’s office, Lucinda was acutely aware of the pitying glances. thrown her way. Her face was pale, her fingertips

at her desk, focused on sorting through documents. Her hair was pulled up. with a few strands framing her delicate swan-like

Lucinda’s eyes. Why did this bitch

Haywood, here

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

That bitch!

off an outburst, Lucinda managed to pour a fresh

uncomfortable. Lucinda stood awkwardly, wanting to ask a question

It was

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

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I’m not fond of this office décor. Would you

tingling at the scalp, nearly passing out from

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