JOY IN CHAOS

n hand with Richard Sinclair to break her down. As she tried to sit, she accidentally slammed her leg a

y as she tried to steady herself. Not tod

offering awkward smiles before retreating to a corner. Mabel couldn't blame them. Everyone knew Richard Sinclair's temper, but it seemed reserved esp

seated behind his desk, his fingers flying across the keyboard, his e

he said, with a v

n't lo

rt you requested. This time i believe thi

m. He reached for it without glancing her way, flipping through the pages

double-checked, and triple-checked every detail in that report. If he found

said, his tone

anxiety. "What

r," he replied, as he slides t

t It aligns with the c

wrong," Richard Sinclair replied

trolled herself. There was no point. This

teeth, grabbing the file, with heavy storm

cutting remark, the intercom buzzed.

emergency meeting in the boardroom. He'

ightened. "I'll

is chair, his imposing figure towering over

frowne

epeat myself?"

s when they arrived. Elliott Sinclair, the patriarch of Sinclair Enterprises,

Elliott began, his tone sounded serious. "We ha

illion-dollar deal due to delays in deliverables. The company's reputation was

unreadable, but Mabel could feel the tension ro

sonally. Your team will assist you, but

his head. "U

You'll be working directly with Richard on this. Your organization

king closely with Richard under these high-pressure circumstances felt l

t twitch of his jaw told her he wasn'

to the other, coordinating meetings, and compiling data under Richard's rele

te," he snapped, tossing

ding back her irritation this time. "Yo

inclair said, his tone le

nsion in the office only grew. Mabel's head ached from the constant fl

y replaced by an oppressive silence. Mabel was still at her d

rd's voice cut through

s, her vision blurred. He was standing i

ollapse," he said, his tone lack

ed, though her body t

of water over to

e was caught off gu

yself," he added, his v

For a brief moment, she thought she saw something shift in his e

break," he said, turning aw

packed up her things to lea

e if she'd heard him correctly or it was an ear glitch.

," he replied, already

kept her stare fixed on the window, her mind racing. She couldn't shake the memory of

hing when their eyes met. For a moment, the tensio

the steering wheel. Her heart raced, but just

" she said softly when t

sual. "Get some rest, Miss Lexington. Tom

vents of the day. Richard Sinclair was a mystery-cold a

e was getting under his skin, hated the w

pite his best efforts to keep her at arm's length,