Maya’s POV
Julian leaned back in his chair, studying me for a moment after I agreed. I could still feel the weight of the decision pressing against my chest, but I refused to let him see how badly I wanted to take the words back.
“Good,” he finally said. “Then we understand each other.”
I said nothing.
“There are a few things you need to know.”
My stomach tightened again.
“Starting tomorrow, you’ll report here by ten o’clock every night.”
“Ten?”
“Yes.” He glanced at the clock on his desk. “You’ll stay until your client decides you’re no longer needed.”
I stared at him.
“So I can leave whenever they want me to?”
Julian gave me a small smile.
“Exactly.”
My heart sank. I immediately remembered Aidan. His cold voice. His strict instructions.
Four in the morning until ten at night
