Aidan’s POV
I sat alone in my study, the silence of the mansion wrapping itself around me.
The grandfather clock outside ticked steadily, reminding me that it was almost four in the morning.
Maya would be here in less than an hour. My gaze drifted to the clock on the wall.
3:00 a.m.
Most people would have questioned why I had ordered a maid to report to work at such an unreasonable hour.
The answer was simple. I wanted her to become tired of it.
Not because I wanted to punish her. Because I wanted her to give up.
Living in that tiny house, waking up before dawn, commuting to the mansion every morning, working until ten at night before returning home again… no one could keep up with that schedule for long.
Certainly not Maya.
Sooner or later, exhaustion would catch up with her.
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