Maya's POV
The mechanical voice had made us pause. It was so cold, unfeeling and utterly terrifying.
Next time… we won’t miss.
My heart wasn’t just hammering; it was trying to punch its way out of my ribs. The large office suddenly felt like a small stuffy cubicle. Nicholas stood frozen by the window, I could see his hand gripping the window sill, bone white. The silence after the dial tone was worse than the distorted voice. They know where you are. They’re watching.
"Nich-cholas?" I said, my voice cracking midway.
He didn't turn to me, instead he just continued to look outside the window, his back to me. Even though I couldn't see his face I knew that the playful Noah was no longer there and what remained was the CEO Nicholas, covered beneath anger and cold critical thinking.
I kep
