Loving The Better Brother novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72 No Manners

WILLOW

Rocco and I were inside my office when he finally started speaking.

He stood in front of my desk, scratching the back of his neck nervously, letting out a deep breath.

“I am so sorry, Miss Willow,” he said quietly.

I subtly gestured for him to continue talking.

“Sometimes the directors make decisions on their own. The HR department supported the idea as well, although I didn’t. I guess, they’re taking advantage of your non–appearance to make these decisions.”

I pursed my lips. “How is my non–appearance affecting this exactly?

“You have never formally appeared in front of the board or the public,” he explained gently. “So some of them feel like… well…”

Rocco sighed again.

“They say that it seems like you are fictional.”

I sighed and massaged my temples. I knew these problems would arise soon enough.

“They believe that since you have not been properly introduced, they can do what they see fit,” he continued carefully.

My gaze drifted toward the large window behind him.

I had stayed hidden for a reason. However, knowing how the business world operated, some people were beginning to see silence as weakness.

“Well, I won’t be against the idea of a new creative director if he were competent. I know that not every delegation in the company needs to be approved by the owner.”

Rocco shifted slightly.

“Well… Mr. Andrew Petrov is known for being-”

Before he could finish his sentence, the door suddenly opened. The person didn’t knock, nor were there any other warnings.

The handle simply turned, and the door swung inward like the person entering owned the place.

Both Rocco and I turned immediately, and there he was–the man we were talking about mere seconds

ago.

Andrew stepped inside slowly, his gaze sweeping across the office appreciatively. Now, in better lighting. I could see what he truly looked like.

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He seemed a bit older than I was, probably already in his late–thirties. However, his features were still sharp, and his hair, although with some graying, was still thick.

His eyes moved around the room slowly before landing on us. He smiled politely at Rocco before his gaze lingered on me, the smile on his face slightly dropping.

I stepped slightly away from Rocco and straightened instinctively.

Andrew tilted his head, and his smile returned. However, it wasn’t a warm smile. Instead, it felt quite condescending.

“Well,” he said casually.

His gaze drifted toward my desk.

“That is interesting.”

Neither Rocco nor I spoke. Andrew gestured lazily toward the chair behind

my

desk.

“A secretary sitting so comfortably in the boss’s place.”

Rocco stiffened beside me. I pursed my lips but remained calm.

“Fiorane values inclusivity,” I said evenly. “Miss Florence gave me permission to use the office as I please. She and I have a good relationship.”

Andrew raised a brow.

“Really?”

He walked further inside the office, his shoes clicking against the floor.

“That should not happen then.”

I frowned slightly.

“Excuse me?”

He leaned casually against the edge of the desk, crossing his arms.

“Fiorane is only for the rich,” he said flatly.

His

eyes

flicked toward me again.

“So what exactly was it that I was hearing earlier about the new product?”

I felt Rocco tense beside me.

Andrew continued speaking before either of us could respond.

“There’s a proposal to make a more affordable counterpart of the Dahlia?”

I nodded slowly.

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“Yes.”

He scoffed. Then, he shook his head as if he had just heard the most ridiculous idea in the world.

“Now that I am here,” he said coolly, “that is not going to happen.”

My eyebrows lowered.

“And why exactly-”

He raised a hand, cutting me off mid–sentence.

“I am not interested in lowering Fiorane’s prestige just to appeal to people who cannot afford it.”

I stared at him,

“You did not even hear the full strategy-

“Nor do I need to,” he interrupted again.

His tone remained calm, but there was an edge to it.

“I have spent years building luxury brands,” he continued. “Diluting exclusivity is always a mistake.”

“That is not what we are doing,” I replied firmly.

But he waved his hand dismissively.

“Well,” he said casually, glancing around the room again. “I just came by to check my new workplace.”

His gaze returned to me.

“As Florence’s secretary,” he added lightly, “you should cooperate.”

I raised a brow.

Before I could respond-

His phone suddenly rang.

Andrew glanced at the screen before his expression shifted instantly. He held up a finger toward us.

“One second.”

He answered the call without leaving the room.

“Katie,” he said warmly.

His smile widened.

“You’re finally coming back? It’s been such a long time.”

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This “Katie” responded, while Andrew leaned casually against the desk again as he continued speaking.

“I am so happy.”

Rocco and I exchanged a brief look.

“Yes, of course,” Andrew continued into the phone.

His voice softened.

“I will pick you up at the airport next week.”

I couldn’t believe he was having this conversation right here–in the middle of another’s office, without the slightest bit of consideration.

“Excuse me,” I said calmly.

He glanced at me briefly. He could very well step outside to take the call.

But instead, he simply smiled. He simply smiled.

“Someone’s being fussy in the office. We’ll talk later,” he said into the phone before hanging up.

Then, before I could say anything further, he merely straightened and walked out of the office without any pleasantries.

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