Staring at the photos on my desk sent to my by Atticus, I sigh. It seems my hunch was right with not trusting her. Suddenly, the door to my office is thrown open and a frazzled looking Matrix walks in, his hair in disarray and his clothing crumpled. I haven't seen him since last week when Maya and he got into a fight.
"Crysta, I need your help." He starts with, closing the door before pacing the length of the room. Putting the photos into the folder, I wait for Matrix to settle down and explain even though I would like to yell at him without knocking. He knows the rule of not barging into my office. I listen to him muttering to himself, running his fingers through his hair before plopping onto the chair in front of my desk with a pained groan.
"It's Maya. She has been demanding I m
