Maeve’s POV
The afternoon sun hit the marble fountain near the front entrance around three o'clock when my driver pulled into the main courtyard. I stepped out of the black sedan, adjusting my oversized sunglasses and smoothing down the front of my cream linen blazer.
Following the grand opening of the studio, the post-launch phase was moving at a record pace. Financial reports, talent contracts, and distribution schedules were completely finalized, leaving me in an exceptionally good mood. My mind was sharp, my focus was clean, and for a few hours, I had blissfully forgotten about the parade of idǐots waiting for me back at the Vance estate.
I walked through the double doors, heading toward the grand terrace to grab an iced espresso before retreating to my office.
Instead of quiet, th
