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

hopes to discuss

corner of her mouth. How should one live their life? Was the

were Flynn, he would probably genuinely engage in such

“Sure, I’ll be there.”

for the next three days. If you need anything,

was as good as openly sharing Max’s private itinerary. The pen in Brielle’s fingers paused,

“Alright.”

this, a twinge of disappointment flickered through her. She lowered her gaze and

International. The building was still brightly lit, casting reflections on the giant glass screens amidst the myriad lights

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

sneezed as a cold breeze hit her. Footsteps approached from behind. At this

as a black suit jacket was draped over her shoulders. Startled, she turned to

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

stood in the

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