All Chapters of Miss Brown, Keep It Down: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

It was Saturday. But not the relaxing, lazy kind with tea and fuzzy socks. No — this was the kind of Saturday where Katherine Brown sat cross-legged on her living room rug, surrounded by takeout containers, mismatched pillows, and a hundred crumpled sticky notes that now read things like: “Legal implications???” “Can I be sued??” “What even is a corporate relationship disclosure agreement?!?” “WHY DID I SIGN THAT THING?!” She stared at her phone like it was a bomb. Because fifteen minutes ago, Sebastian Mason had texted her just four words: "Board knows. Stay calm." Stay calm??? She nearly threw her phone at the window. “What the hell does the board knows even mean?!” she cried to no one in particular. “Do they know that I once mistook Excel for a dating app? Do they know I sometimes cry at coffee commercials???” She collapsed back on the floor, arms spread like she’d just been shot in a corporate warzone. Then she sat up again, frantically Googling things l

Sebastian Mason sat alone in his penthouse apartment, one leg crossed over the other, a crystal tumbler of whiskey resting loosely in his right hand. The skyline of Manhattan stretched beyond the wall of glass before him — towering, glittering, uncaring. The same city that had once been the fortress of his empire now felt like a cage, a hollow shell without her. Katherine had flown out to Los Angeles exactly fifty-nine minutes ago. He hadn’t moved since. The silence in the apartment was unbearable, pressing against his ears louder than traffic ever could. Her presence, her laugh, the way she hummed a song while making coffee — it was all gone. Ripped away by people who sat in tailored suits and smiled like politicians while they stabbed you in the back. He tilted the glass, watching the amber liquid swirl. Then he downed it. His phone buzzed on the armrest. Katherine: "Landed safe. The weather is disgusting. I’m alive. Barely. Don’t ask." Then, a minute later, a photo fo

Los Angeles — Friday, 8:46 AM The office was quieter than usual. The kind of quiet that came before either a fire drill… or a scandal. Katherine walked in, latte in hand, and immediately noticed the stares. Not the usual “Oh God, what did she wear today” stares. No. These were different. Frozen. Confused. Disbelieving. Even the intern with the tragic mustache didn’t offer his daily “Hey Miss Brown!” wave. Instead, Monica was already pacing in front of her glass office like a stockbroker mid-crash, whisper-yelling into her phone. Katherine glanced around. Her heart thudded. Something was off. Really off. "Good morning, I guess?" she muttered, walking toward her desk — only to find a sleek, cream-colored envelope resting on top of her keyboard. It wasn’t addressed. Just her name, printed in small, serif font on thick cardstock. She opened it. And read. Then reread. Then blinked and read again. --- Effective immediately, Katherine Brown is appointed Inte

The city blurred by outside the tinted windows of the black Bentley as it cruised through the night. New York lights glimmered like stars scattered across the streets, but inside the car — the temperature was rising. Katherine had slipped her heels off and curled her legs up onto the seat, her feet resting casually on Sebastian’s lap. Her red silk dress shimmered in the faint glow of passing traffic lights, its slit revealing just enough to tease him into distraction. “Kate…” Sebastian warned, keeping his eyes on the road. She smiled innocently, dragging a perfectly manicured toe along the inseam of his trousers. “Yes, Mr. Mason?” His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. “You’re playing with fire,” he muttered. “Oh no,” she whispered, trailing her foot higher. “I’m pouring gasoline on it.” Sebastian inhaled sharply, jaw tight, knuckles even tighter. He didn’t look at her, but the low growl in his throat said enough. “You’re lucky I don’t pull over and take you right here.

Tuesday morning in Los Angeles was a little less glamorous than Katherine Brown had imagined. Sure, the sun was shining, the skyline was dazzling, and her oat milk latte had the perfect foam swirl. But today wasn’t about aesthetics — it was about holding her ground. After Monday’s bombshell welcome speech and the stunned stares from her team when she had introduced herself as the new branch director, today marked her first official full day leading the Los Angeles division. Not the West Coast. Just this branch. And that was more than enough, for now. She stood before the large floor-to-ceiling windows of her corner office, the city stretching out beneath her like a challenge. Hair tied back, heels slightly lower than yesterday — Katherine wasn’t here to play dress-up. She was here to lead. To prove, once again, that chaos could become clarity. Fire could be focus. She had barely sat down with her laptop when the messages started flooding in: minor scheduling conflicts, requests