Chapter 363
Max slouched in his high–rise office chair; his brow furrowed as he absorbed Patrick’s news about the increasing number of whistleblowing letters. He snapped his laptop shut. “Push back the overseas meeting.” It was time to pay a visit to Brielle at Pearl Estate.
Patrick, knowing what was on Max’s mind, followed suit.
They had just reached the exclusive parking garage via the private elevator when Max was halted in his tracks. Sarah stood before him, her eyes wide with trepidation and rimmed with red. “Mr. Dorsey.”
It was Sunday, the office was sparse with staff, but top–floor happenings were hard to hide. Someone had tipped Sarah off, prompting her to rush to Dorsey International. She lay in wait by the private elevator exit.
Her heart swelled with pride at the unexpected encounter with her top–tier boss. Gossip in the group chats wasn’t enough; she was determined to make Mr. Dorsey despise Brielle enough to fire her.
Max regarded the woman before him impassively. Sarah momentarily flinched, unsure if Max was privy to Brielle’s situation. “Mr. Dorsey, I–I wish to formally accuse my supervisor. She’s been-” Max’s presence was overwhelming, and despite Sarah’s internal struggle, she couldn’t
muster a complete sentence.
Max, out of patience, stepped around her to leave.
As Sarah’s mind scrambled, she hurried after him. “Mr. Dorsey, my supervisor, Brielle, has abused her power during department gatherings. There’s been discontent ever since she was promoted, and… and she’s been involved in inappropriate relationships! Many in the department are her… her bed partners!”
Seeing Max’s stoic reaction, Sarah, feeling like a small fry, thought she needed to up the ante. Her next words halted Max in his tracks. And Patrick, standing behind him, furrowed his brow deeply.
Max turned, his gaze cool as he looked at the flushed woman. Her words had struck a chord, and Sarah, feeling emboldened, pushed on, “Every word is true, Mr. Dorsey.”
She held her breath. She may have fancied Spencer, but being close to Mr. Dorsey left her breathless. No wonder the finance papers deemed him a prince of commerce; he personified
the term.
Max stood there, untouchable and distant like a lofty, snow–capped peak.
Sarah’s heart raced. She could throw herself at Spencer without a second thought, but in front of Max, all her tactics seemed transparent, as if her soul lay bare with every word she uttered.
Who could possibly stand by Max’s side and become his woman?
Dazed, Sarah came to her senses only to find Patrick in front of her, all business. “Miss Sarah,
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Skipping the chain of command to report her department head to the CEO was foolish.
Sarah paled, “But I must report Brielle to Mr. Dorsey.”
“You may submit your evidence to the company.”
Frustration flashed in her eyes as her fist clenched at her side.
Patrick, indifferent, simply nodded and walked away.
Sarah, seething, pondered the point of her trip to Dorsey International if Mr. Dorsey wouldn’t personally punish Brielle. Was she doomed to watch Brielle fire her?
She stomped in vexation, and as the garage quieted down, a well–dressed man emerged from the adjacent alley.
Sarah recognized him and immediately masked her spiteful expression. “Mr. William.”
What was he doing here? And he seemed to have been waiting for some time.
William’s eyes twinkled with a serene smile, and he patted her shoulder. “Your name’s Sarah?”
She was taken aback that such an executive knew her name, and she nodded eagerly, her face flushing. “Yes, I’m Sarah.”
Mr. Dorsey had brushed her off, but Mr. Ryan was surprisingly approachable. Sarah was thrilled and blurted out more about Brielle. “Mr. William, it’s just like I said. I’ve even shared the video in the group chat.”
A flicker of something passed through William’s eyes, and a smile curled his lips. “So, Brielle is at fault. You want her out of Dorsey International?”
A twisted look of hatred crossed Sarah’s face. Brielle had stolen her man and humiliated her publicly. Sarah wouldn’t let her get away with it!
“Yes, I want her ruined! I want her barred from Dorsey International.”
As William stepped past her, he gestured to his car with a smile. “Shall we discuss this in my car? It’s not very private here.”
Sarah’s eyes lit up. Mr. William was willing to help her! “Of course, thank
you.”
She hurried to the car, and William, ever the gentleman, opened the door for her.
