Through the glass wall, Maeve watched the scene unfold like a silent movie. Cassian had placed Leo on the massive oak desk, handing him a tablet to keep him occupied. It was a strange sight—the city’s most feared CEO sharing his workspace with a toddler who was currently trying to eat a stylus.
Maeve looked away, forcing herself to focus. She dove into the remaining emails from the night before, her fingers flying across the keyboard. She worked with a strange kind of energy, determined to prove that she could be productive even after her late-night moment of madness.
When she finally blinked and checked her phone, she was shocked. It was already 12:30 PM. "Time flies when you’re actually working," she muttered, stretching her arms above her head and letting out a long yawn.
She glanced
