Vivienne's POV
I told Maya on a Thursday.
Not in the office. Not over the phone. I called her the morning after the kitchen and said I need to see you today and something in my voice made her say where and when without asking anything else first.
We met at a small place on the west side that neither of us used for work. A corner table. Late afternoon, the quiet hour between lunch and evening when the staff moved slowly and nobody needed anything urgently and the room had a quality of not being in a hurry about anything.
I ordered coffee.
Maya ordered tea, which was the first unusual thing. Maya did not drink tea. Maya drank coffee with the committed enthusiasm of someone who had decided it was a personality trait and intended to maintain it consistently.
I looked at the tea.
"I know
