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.

of the pitying glances. thrown her way. Her face was pale, her

her desk, focused on sorting through documents. Her hair

envy flashed through Lucinda’s eyes. Why did this

announced begrudgingly, “Ms. Haywood, here is the proposal from Integral

briefly landing on the empty coffee mug on her desk-another one of Lucinda’s

That bitch!

stave off an outburst, Lucinda managed to pour

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

coffee while flipping through the proposal. It was one

a while, but she finally managed to say, “There’s an

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the office. “Ms. Lucinda, I’m not fond of this office décor. Would you mind

the scalp,

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