The ride away from the estate was the quietest sixty minutes of Maeve’s life. The limousine moved smoothly through the dark night, the city lights flickering against the glass like distant stars. Inside, the air was freezing. Cassian sat in his usual spot, staring at his phone as if the woman sitting two feet away didn't exist.
Usually, Maeve would have filled the silence with sharp jokes or teasing comments. But tonight, she was done. She leaned her head against the cool window, her eyes closed. She didn't want to look at him, and she certainly didn't want to talk about Min-Hee.
"We need to discuss your behavior," Cassian said suddenly, his voice cutting through the quiet. He didn't look up from his screen. "The middle finger was unprofessional, Maeve. My father was watching."
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