Maya stepped into Blake Industries, the familiar scent of expensive cologne and fresh coffee lingered in the air, but something felt different. Or maybe it was just her.
She had expected a triumphant smirk, some kind of taunting remark from Sebastian the second she walked back through those glass doors. But instead—nothing.
The receptionist glanced up, blinking in surprise before quickly schooling her expression. Employees nearby stole quick looks, whispers following her as she made her way to the executive floor.
When she reached Sebastian’s office, his assistant barely acknowledged her. “He’s inside,” the woman said coolly, already typing away at her keyboard.
Maya squared her shoulders and stepped in.
Sebastian sat at his desk, flipping through paperwork, his face unreadable. The o
