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?”

hadn’t expected Flynn to remember someone as minor as

by your three principles of cognition and hopes to discuss certain ethical perspectives

one live their life? Was the pursuit of happiness more justifiable than upholding duty? Was goodness an external trait one can

he would probably genuinely

“Sure, I’ll be there.”

“The president will be out of Beaconsfield for the next three days. If you

Max’s private itinerary. The pen in

“Alright.”

of disappointment flickered through her. She

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

Brielle felt an overwhelming sense of solitude. In this concrete

her scarf around her neck and sneezed as a cold breeze hit her. Footsteps approached from behind.

swept over her, quickly replaced by warmth as a black suit jacket was draped

the other end, then walked out with Patrick in tow. His strides were long, and in no time, he was a dozen meters ahead, his silhouette elongated by the

stood in the shadow

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