He had only made her his assistant to protect her from the rumors and to make her work life easier.
Unfortunately, his recent aloofness only worsened the rumors, culminating in Dulcie being bullied.
No wonder she often looked so dejected.
Kyson approached the window and delicately parted the blinds with his fingers.
He noticed Dulcie sprawled over her desk in a defeated slump, her green cardigan nowhere in sight.
He regretted their argument that morning.
Perhaps⦠He had been too stubborn. Lucinda was now out of reach for him, yet he remained ensnared by the past, unable to break free.
Was it time to let go and open himself up to new faces, new experiences? Kyson, youve done it.
Youve pushed me to start hating you.
Dulcies words that morning were icy.
He could almost glimpse the tears brimming in her eyes.
She was likely disappointed.
His thoughts were chaotic, and his chest felt constricted.
Kyson cast his gaze downward.
Cigarette smoke curled around his fingers.
He drew a long breath from the cigarette, stifling his swirling emotions, and returned to his office chair.
In the afternoon, a woman clad in a sleek new designer dress paused at the entrance to Shaw Group.
She brushed her hair back with her fingers, tucking it behind her ears to reveal her striking diamond earrings.
Noticing her, the security personnel recognized someone not to be trifled with.
They swiftly approached, suspecting she was an important associate the company was dealing with.
Good afternoon, miss. Are you here on business? Sally removed her sunglasses, her delicate eyelashes fluttering Lightly.
Im Mr.
Shaws sister, she declared.
Her visits to Shaw Group were rare, so few recognized her.
This way, please.
The bodyguards, recognizing her authority, promptly moved aside.
Wearing a mischievous smile, Sally strutted into the building, her high heels clicking crisply on the tile floor.