That Monday morning, when Sullivan got to work and he had been sent the email of his demotion at a meeting he obviously isn't by law allowed to attend, Brook had stepped in as early as a few minutes past nine, her steps precise.
The assistant stopped in front of his desk, the news of Monday blaring on her tablet as she waited for Sullivan to raise his head from the documents he was buried in. Admittedly, Brook knew it wasn't the first time they wanted him off seat but never so boldly had they announced it. Enough to leave the man an email as information while they broadcasted the news to several media outlets. A rope that led to her knowing.
And Sullivan who had received the email earlier than her didn't think to brief her about the audacity of his board. Brook felt angry. Towards her boss for leaving enough leeway for them to treat him in such a manner. For allowing a common human—that weak ass innocent Annabelle—to intrude on his life.
