Kevin walked into the large sitting room, looking tired but happy. He groaned softly as he let himself sink into the deep cushions of the velvet couch. He watched Amara for a moment; she was standing by the dining table, carefully setting the forks and knives for dinner.
"You wouldn't believe the news from the office today," Kevin said, leaning his head back. "Maeve actually did it. She walked into that boardroom and took over Michael’s seat like she was born for it."
Amara paused and looked over at him with a surprised smile. "Really? Our Maeve?"
"Our Maeve," Kevin confirmed with a nod. "She sent Michael off to a private villa in the mountains to rest. No phones, no stress. It was a smart move. Even Cassian is impressed. He’s back at his own company now, trying to keep up with everythi
