Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Inside the Dorsey Tower.

Max had barely set foot on the top floor when he caught sight of a figure from behind. Had Spencer been there, he would have instantly recognized her. It was Sydney,

Sydney’s recent sartorial choices were a carbon copy of Brielle’s minimalist chic. Her original style was bright and bubbly – a drastic shift that sparked quite the buzz among her colleagues, But Sydney couldn’t care less about the chatter. Catching a ulimpse of Max, a flash of delight swept through her eyes. It wasn’t for nothing that she’d been frequenting the top floor.

After snagging a few million from Spencer, she had revamped her image. Even her wardrobe mimicked Brielle’s. To an outsider unfamiliar with both Sydney and Brielle, Sydney’s silhouette could’ve easily been mistaken for Brielle’s.

Didn’t Max and Spencer both have a penchant for such elegance? With her persistent presence, perhaps Mr. Dorsey might just take a shine to her.

Sydney noticed Max’s glance and curved her lips into a smile. However, Max merely spared her a fleeting look before emotionlessly stepping into his office.

Sydney’s face fell. What went wrong? Why didn’t he linger on her a moment longer?

These past few days, Spencer hadn’t reached out to her either. She was on edge, worrying that things were slipping out of her control.

Her focus had drifted from her job, consumed by the thought of winning Spencer’s attention and usurping Brielle in his and Mr. Dorsey’s esteem. Sydney believed In her eventual triumph. Brielle hadn’t

been to the office in days who knew which man she had run off with this time? She was even pregnant, truly nothing but loose morals Incarnate.

Sydney snorted dismissively and returned to her department in her tailored outfit.

She keenly noticed fewer people engaging with her, aware of the whispers about her mimicking Brielle. Brielle’s distinctive personal style was starkly different from Sydney’s usual look.

This abrupt change, coupled with her new role as Brielle’s assistant, had tongues wagging, but she was oblivious to their stares. After all, she had hooked up with Spencer – perhaps one day. She would even marry into the family.

Sneaking into Brielle’s office in her absence, Sydney would sit at the desk as if she was already slipping into Brielle’s shoes. It was only a matter of time. Brielle, with her pregnant frame, couldn’t possibly continue to entice Max.

Upon entering his office, Max massaged his temples, the headache persisting. “Patrick.”

At his call, the ever–ready assistant approached.

“How’s the investigation going?”

“Mr. President, we’re nearly there.”

Max leaned back, eyes half–closed, his aura cool and detached. Looking paler than usual, he was even more inscrutable, his thoughts a mystery. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Patrick hesitated, ultimately holding his tongue.

Minutes later, Max’s eyes opened as his phone rang. It was Michael. Assuming Max was already back at the company, Michael naturally wanted to discuss the vacant position left by Brielle’s absence, inevitably bringing her up.

“Max, with Brielle in jail, she can’t continue as the director. It’s time for Spencer to step back in. He’s a Dorsey, after all. It’s unseemly to have a woman overshadowing him like this.”

Max, who had been flipping through documents, paused at Michael’s words. “I had Spencer step down not because of anything else but his lack of competence.”

*Competence can be nurtured, but character flaws? Those are marrow–deep.”

*Father, you’re saying I should just remove Brielle from the director position. Is that enough?”

Michael had feared Max’s reluctance, given that Brielle was his protégé. Michael even suspectec that there was something between them, so Max’s quick agreement left Michael momentarily at a loss.

“Father?”

Max called out, his voice still even–keeled. “Did you ever look into why Brielle and Spencer

came to blows?”

His tone was unchanged even when speaking of Brielle as if she was merely a stranger.

“It’s likely just some romantic tiff.”

“Have you considered, father, that keeping Brielle locked away might not be wise? The position of director at Dorsey International is coveted by many. It started with Spencer stepping down for Brielle to step up, and now it’s reversed. Everyone is curious about the drama. And if Brielle dnocn’t recurface coon they’ll start suspecting us of foul play.”