Master of his heart

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and Brielle spotted her cane lying just within reach, propped against the elevator’s handrail. She leaned in to grab it.

Max couldn’t help but let out a chuckle mixed with a hint of exasperation. “Ms. Haywood, you’re quite the trooper,” he said, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

Brielle tensed, fully aware he was mocking her, and her temper flared. “Nothing compared to you, Mr. Dorsey. You’re busy as a bee, as always,” she retorted. It was a clear jab at him for his habit of not answering calls.

Anyone else would think twice before speaking to Max in such a manner, but Max didn’t get angry. Instead, he felt an odd sense of helplessness, even a bit of bewilderment, about how to respond to her.

Amidst his silence, Brielle finally got hold of her cane and stood there in the corner, stiff as a board. After a long while, she feigned composure and asked, “I know it might be redundant to ask, but are you planning to call it quits, Mr. Dorsey?”

For Brielle, mustering the courage to ask such a question was monumental. Max’s actions had made his intentions clear; he wanted to set boundaries between them. She had always found herself too timid and too reserved in the face of attraction. Her past was far from glamorous, riddled with rejections and romantic tumbles, not to mention a family life in shambles. Yet she had never shied away from any of it; she embraced it all, including the faint stirrings of her heart for Max.

It was her one source of pride.

by, and their heartbeats were almost audible in the silence. Just as Brielle thought

answer, she had clung to a gambler’s hope for a different outcome until the very end. That nascent flicker of

at her as if he was holding back

laugh. “Well then, I wish you all the best in getting what you want, Mr.

bearable. When breaking an addiction, one had to

longer willing to invest her emotions in a lost cause. She should have remembered that Max had made

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was

his formidable brain would immediately take action to correct any emotional derailment, much like smokers contemplating quitting or drinkers pondering

kind of pleasure. And the

seconds,

that someone had noticed the elevator malfunction. She breathed a sigh of relief, eager to leave this confined space.

Ms. Brielle, are you in there?” called out Patrick’s voice, along with

quickly responded, “I’m here. How long until the elevator is fixed?”