Aria's POV
I walked into the NexWave building at exactly 7:45 AM, my heels clicking against the marble with more force than necessary. I hadn't slept. Not one minute. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Maya in that hospital bed, pale and scared, or I heard the doctor's words: If this pattern continues, she could lose the baby.
So I'd spent the night pacing my apartment, making plans, sending emails, doing anything to keep my mind from spiralling into the what-ifs that threatened to drown me.
My sunglasses were designer: Tom Ford, dark enough to hide the exhaustion I knew was written across my face. My blazer was sharp, tailored armour in the form of Italian wool. If I looked put together on the outside, maybe no one would notice I was barely holding it together on the inside.
As I pas
