Bound By His Signature

Chapter Four (Entering His World)

Maya POV

Clara was already outside my door when I stepped out.

“You are scheduled for Maxwell Enterprises this morning,” she said, holding her tablet. “Security is ready.”

I nodded once. “Alright.”

There was nothing else to ask. Everything about my day already seemed decided before I even stepped into it.

I followed her outside.

The car was waiting.

The security man opened the door for me.

“Good morning, ma’am,” he said.

I got in without replying much. The door closed, and the car pulled away almost immediately.

I leaned back slightly, watching the city pass by through the window. People were moving like nothing had changed. Like the world had not shifted overnight.

But mine had.

I did not eat before leaving. I had tried, but nothing stayed down. My body felt light in a way that was not comfortable. Even sitting still felt like effort.

The car stopped in front of a tall glass building.

Maxwell Enterprises.

The security man stepped out first and opened my door again.

“Ma’am.”

I stepped out and followed him inside.

The moment I entered, I felt it.

Not direct attention, but something close to it.

Voices lowered as I passed.

“That’s her…”

“Mrs Maxwell…”

“No announcement was made…”

I kept walking like I did not hear anything, but the words stayed with me longer than they should have.

The elevator was already waiting.

It opened immediately.

I stepped in alone.

The doors closed.

Silence filled the space.

For a moment, it felt like I was being carried into something I did not fully understand yet. There was no turning back from this part.

When the doors opened again, Gabriel was already there.

Standing like he had been expecting me.

“You did not eat,” he said immediately.

Not a greeting.

Not even a question.

I looked at him. “How do you know that?”

His eyes stayed on me, steady and unreadable. “You are not steady.”

I let out a small breath. “You always speak like that?”

“Yes.”

Before I could respond again, my stomach betrayed me.

A small sound broke the silence.

I froze for half a second.

He heard it.

Of course he did.

That was all the confirmation he needed.

Gabriel reached for his phone.

“Daniel,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” came the immediate response from the other end.

“Order breakfast. Bring the updated report.”

“Yes, sir.”

The call ended.

I crossed my arms lightly. “So this is how it works?”

He looked at me. “Explain.”

“You observe something, and then you fix it without asking.”

“I correct what is necessary,” he replied.

“That sounds the same thing.”

“It is not.”

I held his gaze. “To me, it is.”

He did not respond immediately this time. He just looked at me like he was measuring something.

Then he said, “You will learn the difference.”

That answer didn’t sit well with me, but I didn’t push it.

Not yet.

I glanced around briefly before looking back at him.

“This is normal for you, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“And now it involves me.”

“You were included the moment you signed,” he said.

That word again.

Signed.

It felt heavier now than it did before.

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About ten minutes later, the elevator chimed.

The doors opened, and Daniel stepped out.

He had his tablet in one hand, already focused.

Behind him, a staff member followed, carrying a covered tray.

The tray was placed on a side table quickly and without a word.

The staff left immediately.

Daniel remained.

“Sir,” he said. “The report has been updated.”

Gabriel gave a slight nod. “Proceed.”

Daniel glanced at me briefly before focusing fully on Gabriel.

“The Vance group is increasing pressure on the board timeline,” he said. “There is also growing media interest in your marriage.”

My attention shifted at that.

Marriage.

Not contract.

Not arrangement.

Something that sounded real to everyone else, even if it didn’t feel that way to me.

Gabriel’s expression did not change.

“Control it,” he said.

“Yes, sir.”

Daniel continued, “They are pushing for a faster response. If we delay further, they may attempt to leverage public opinion.”

Gabriel’s voice remained calm. “We do not respond under pressure.”

“Yes, sir.”

Daniel paused for a moment, then added, “There are also internal concerns about how this affects company positioning.”

Gabriel’s eyes sharpened slightly. “Handle it.”

“Yes, sir.”

Daniel gave a small nod. “Breakfast has been delivered.”

Gabriel acknowledged it with a slight movement of his head.

Daniel stepped back slightly, still present but no longer speaking.

The room felt quieter again.

I looked at the tray, then back at Gabriel.

“So this is how it works,” I said. “I become part of conversations I was never invited into.”

“You were already part of them,” he replied.

I held his gaze this time. “Without even knowing.”

“Yes.”

That answer didn’t come with hesitation.

It came like something that had already been decided long before I walked into this building.

I exhaled slowly.

“And now I am inside your system.”

His eyes stayed on me, steady and certain.

“Yes.”

The silence that followed felt heavier than before.

Not because nothing was happening, but because everything already had.

Then he spoke again.

“You will eat,” he said.

It was not harsh.

But it was not optional either.

“Then we continue.”

I looked at the tray again.

At the food I had not planned to eat.

At the space I had not planned to stand in.

And for the first

time since everything started, something settled in my chest clearly.

This was not temporary.

This was structure.

Control.

A system that had already adjusted itself around me without asking.

And now…

I was expected to function inside it.