Maya’s POV
“I don’t recruit fashion models, Maya.” For a few seconds, I simply stared at him. The words refused to make sense to me.
“What… do you mean?” I asked.
Julian smiled, almost amused by the confusion on my face. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass before setting it down on the table.
“I mean exactly what I said.”
“But outside the hospital…”
My voice faltered. “You told me I’d be a model.”
“I told you that because if I’d explained everything, you would’ve walked away before hearing me out.”
A knot tightened in my stomach.
“I don’t understand.” I said, feeling a bit uneasy.
He leaned back comfortably in his chair, as though we were discussing something completely ordinary.
“Look around you, Maya.” He said.
Against my better judgment, I did.
The underground club bu
