The weekend was not a time for rest. While other people were out enjoying the Saturday sun, Maeve stayed inside the penthouse. The rooms were very quiet. The only sounds were the pages of books turning and Maeve’s pen moving across paper. She sat at the large kitchen table, surrounded by her father’s business files. She had only slept for three hours. Every time she closed her eyes, she thought about the board members. She knew they thought she was just a spoiled girl, and she knew they were waiting for her to fail.
Cassian watched her from the hallway. He saw how hard she was working. He walked into the kitchen and put a cup of hot coffee in front of her. Instead of going back to his own work, he sat down next to her. For many hours, he helped her understand the difficult parts of the bu
