Chapter 74

The next morning, Brielle had barely stepped into the department when she felt a glare so intense it could bore holes. She turned and caught sight of Emily, lurking in a corner. Emily’s lips were pursed, her hands clenched around her cell phone as if it were a lifeline.

Initially, Brielle thought she was imagining things until lunch break, when Patrick sauntered onto her floor, and that feeling of being watched intensified.

“Ms. Brielle,” Patrick began, “Dorsey International will be collaborating with Hartley Group, and Mr. Flynn might drop by in person. He specifically requested to meet with you and hopes you’ll join him for the occasion.”

Glancing at her planner, Brielle noted her schedule was jam–packed. Without a manager promotion yet, she was bogged down with all the minutiae.

“When’s the date?”

“In a month’s time. Mr. Flynn had a message for you.”

“What’s the message?”

expected Flynn to remember someone as minor as

and hopes to discuss certain ethical perspectives with

at the corner of her mouth. How should one live their life? Was the pursuit of happiness more justifiable

Flynn, he would probably genuinely engage in such

“Sure, I’ll be there.”

of Beaconsfield for the next three days. If you need anything, Ms. Brielle, feel free to reach

Max’s private itinerary. The pen in Brielle’s

“Alright.”

twinge of disappointment flickered through her. She

worked overtime until 10 pm before leaving Dorsey International. The building was still brightly lit, casting

an overwhelming sense of solitude. In this concrete jungle, even the

sneezed as a cold breeze hit her. Footsteps approached from behind. At this hour, many were

as a black suit jacket was draped over

speaking to someone on the other end, then walked out with Patrick in tow. His strides were long, and in no time, he

the shadow of

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