MAYA
Tears blurred my vision as I rushed down the hallway, desperately trying to hold myself together. I wiped my cheeks furiously with the back of my hand, but more kept falling. My chest felt tight, like someone was squeezing my heart.
The fight with Tristan in the meeting room kept replaying in my head and his possessive words, the way he made me feel both loved and trapped at the same time.
I couldn’t do lunch. Not like this. Not with Andre, my parents, and Tristan all at the same table while I was falling apart.
I reached the elevator and pressed the button repeatedly, my fingers shaking. The doors slid open and I stepped inside, leaning against the cool metal wall. I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to compose myself before the doors could close.
But they didn’t.
A strong hand
