Maya was sitting at the corner of the sofa in Jamal's living room with her feet propped up against the coffee table, drinking a glass of lemonade when his personal assistant suddenly knocked on his bedroom door and announced herself loudly, "Mr. Maxwell is ready to see you now."
The sound of her voice echoed hollowly throughout the empty apartment, causing Maya to stiffen with sudden unease upon hearing it. For some reason, she wasn't looking forward to seeing Jamal in his current state of dishevelment; it was as though she expected him to be wearing something more appropriate given that it was past 8 PM. But then she reminded herself that he was busy attending to important matters, so he probably rushed back home in order to prepare for the upcoming meeting instead. In fact, he might eve
