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?”

Flynn to remember someone as minor as

intrigued by your three principles of cognition and hopes to discuss

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

were Flynn, he would

“Sure, I’ll be there.”

flipped through his schedule. “The president will be out of Beaconsfield for the next three days. If you need anything, Ms.

itinerary. The pen in Brielle’s fingers paused, the ink blotting the

“Alright.”

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

International. The building was still brightly

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

hit her. Footsteps approached from behind.

her, quickly replaced by warmth as a black suit jacket

then walked out with Patrick in tow. His strides were long, and in no time, he was a dozen meters

in the

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