MAIA SOLIS
I've already struggled three times to put on the damn jeans, while Damon waits for me in the living room. He decided to solve Travis's problem by himself and now he's going with me to God knows where to do God knows what to my ex-boss.
Not that I care about the unfortunate guy's fate, I wasn't taught to have someone solve my problems. But, as Emma said, it's better to have a two-meter barrier between him and me, than to take risks alone.
My nervousness prevented me from changing clothes properly. The rain that fell unexpectedly forced me to wear pants, at the risk of going out in the best Marilyn Monroe style on the streets of Los Angeles.
“It’s taking a while.” The voice comes out of nowhere, as does the wide-open door, which makes me jump behind the small sofa that is par
