Maya’s POV
I stared at the black business card the entire journey back to the Hartwell penthouse.
The elegant silver letters seemed to unsettle me every time I looked at them.
8:00 P.M. The Royal Crescent Hotel was all that was written on it. There wasn’t a company name. No logo. No explanation.
Just an address and a phone number.
Something about it felt strange. Very strange.
I slipped the card into my bag just before walking through the grand entrance of the penthouse.
The familiar luxury that had once left me speechless no longer impressed me. The crystal chandeliers, the polished marble floors, the expensive paintings that decorated the walls… none of them felt beautiful anymore. They felt cold.
The head butler looked up from the foyer the moment I stepped inside.
“You’re bac
