Maya’s POV
My client was waiting.
Those four words echoed relentlessly inside my head as the guard pushed the door open.
For a brief moment, I couldn’t move.
“Go in,” he said quietly.
I drew a shaky breath and forced myself to step inside.
The room was surprisingly peaceful.
Soft jazz floated through hidden speakers, and warm lighting cast a golden glow over the elegant furniture. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city, where thousands of lights glittered against the night sky. It felt more like the private lounge of an expensive hotel than somewhere I had expected to lose a part of myself.
The door clicked shut behind me.
The sound made my heart lurch.
A man stood by the window with his back to me. He appeared to be in his late forties, dressed in a perfectly tailored char
