Maya had just stepped out of the shower when her phone rang. Steam still clung to the mirror, and she was wrapped in a towel while flipping through her closet for something casual to wear for lunch with Sebastian.
She answered without checking the caller ID.
“Hello?”
A pause.
Then a smooth, controlled voice.
“Ms. Hastings.”
Maya froze. “Mr. D?”
“Yes. I’d like to meet.”
She blinked. “Meet? In person?”
“Yes. Out of town. I’ll send a car.”
Maya hesitated. “Why out of town?”
“It’s quieter. More private. And I prefer discretion.”
She bit her lip, curiosity sparking. If she met him, maybe she could finally understand who he was — and maybe ease Sebastian’s worries.
“Alright,” she said. “I’ll come.”
“Good.”
The call ended.
Minutes later, a sleek black sedan pulled up outside her a
