Third person's POV
Maggi held Kade upright as his weight sagged heavily against her shoulder, his breath uneven, the sharp scent of alcohol clinging to him like a second skin. He was unconscious now—finally—his earlier frenzy spent, his body giving in where his mind refused to. To anyone else, the scene might have looked almost tender: a loyal secretary supporting her employer in his lowest moment.
But there was nothing gentle about the thoughts running through Maggi’s mind.
She adjusted her grip, steadying him with practiced ease. She had always been good at this—anticipating his needs, cleaning up after his messes, standing just close enough to be indispensable. Tonight was no different. Only this time, she wasn’t just reacting.
“You really do ruin everything,” she murmured
