Dinner time came with the soft ringing of Maya’s hotel phone. She’d just finished freshening up, her thoughts still lingering on the plane ride, the weight of Nathan’s gaze, the quiet moment they’d shared. Something about the way he’d said “It’s nice… having you here” kept looping in her mind, no matter how much she told herself it meant nothing. The call came from the hotel’s front desk. “Good evening, Ms. Brooks. Dinner for our corporate guests will be served shortly. We were wondering… would you be kind enough to inform Mr. Hawthorne? The hotel staff thought it might be more comfortable coming from a familiar face.” Maya blinked. “Oh. Uh, sure. I can do that.” “Wonderful. No rush, just whenever you’re ready.” She hung up and sat there for a second, smoothing the edge of her dress. It wasn’t anything fancy—a sleek, deep green dress with cap sleeves and a slim belt—but it was still more formal than her usual work attire. She’d worn it just in case dinner turned out to be anythin
After that little moment, silence settled between them again, but it wasn’t awkward. It felt softer, like a calm before the storm. Maya adjusted her seatbelt and sat up straighter, fingers curling slightly around the folder in her lap. She peeked sideways, unsure if she should speak again or just let it all fade like a passing cloud. “We should probably review these before we land,” she said finally, her voice low, professional, almost too careful. Nathan didn’t move immediately. His gaze had drifted back out the window, where clouds had begun to break apart to reveal the city lights glowing beneath them. Then he turned slightly, just enough for their eyes to meet again. “You know,” he said quietly, “it’s nice… having you here.” Maya blinked, lips parting slightly. “What do you mean?” He shrugged lightly, not breaking eye contact. “It’s been a tough few weeks. Having someone who actually cares, who’s real....it’s... different.” Her heart gave a small thud. She wasn’t sure how t
The Next Day The morning sun peeked through the window as Maya groggily opened her eyes. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, before she remembered today was the trip. She sat up slowly, still in her oversized t-shirt, and rubbed her eyes. Her phone buzzed beside her. It was a message from Nathan’s driver confirming their pickup time. She sighed. “Business trip,” she muttered under her breath. “Strictly business.” Just then, Sophie barged into the room without knocking, holding up two different blouses. “Okay, which one screams ‘classy but not like I’m trying to impress my boss-slash-future husband’?” “Sophie!” Maya groaned, throwing a pillow at her. “He’s not my future anything. It’s just work.” Sophie rolled her eyes dramatically. “Yeah, yeah, secretary and boss kind of connection. You’ve said it like fifty times. But this one’s a business trip, in an expensive hotel, with a man who clearly loses his mind when you give him the silent treatment. Don’t act like I don
Maya tried to type. Tried. Her fingers hovered above the keyboard, but nothing was making sense. Her screen blurred in and out of focus as her eyes betrayed her, flicking toward the door of Nathaniel’s office every few seconds. What did she expect anyway? That he'd smile? Say good morning? Act like last night never happened? She rubbed her eyes. No, Maya. You knew it wouldn’t be easy. Sophie came in a few minutes later, a mug of coffee in one hand and her bag still slung over her shoulder. She placed the cup gently on Maya’s desk and leaned in. “Okay, you need to tell me what that was,” she whispered, eyebrows raised. Maya blinked at her. “What?” “That weird tension walk-in. You didn’t even look at him properly.” Maya shook her head and whispered back, “It’s nothing, Soph. Seriously.” Sophie gave her a look. “Girl, I may be younger but I’m not blind. Something happened.” Before Maya could respond, Sophie’s phone buzzed, and she mouthed, saved by the bell before walking off
Jason pushed the bar doors open, his heart racing. The place was dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of alcohol and regret. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on Nathan slouched in a corner booth, hair a mess, empty glasses scattered around him. His tie was half-off, shirt wrinkled, and his eyes red and unfocused. Jason sighed heavily and walked over. “Nathan.” Nathan looked up slowly, like his neck was made of stone. His face cracked into a lopsided, bitter smile. “Jay... You came,” he slurred, the words tangled in his throat. Jason sat beside him. “What the hell, man? I told you not to leave” Nathan didn’t hear him. Or maybe he did and just didn’t care. “She knew... she knew what she was doing,” he muttered, his voice broken. “Gunshot... blood everywhere. And she just stood there.” Jason stiffened. “Who are you talking about?” Nathan laughed. A dry, painful sound. “My mom. You know what she told me? She said ‘he deserved it.’” He shook his head like he was try
Maya closed the door behind her with a soft click, exhaling like she’d been holding her breath the entire ride home. Sophie stood in the middle of the living room, still in her oversized hoodie and socks, watching her quietly. She didn’t say anything at first. She didn’t need to. The tension was written all over Maya’s face. “You okay?” Sophie finally asked, voice low. Maya managed a tired smile. “Yeah… I think so.” “They let him go?” Maya nodded, taking off her shoes slowly. “Yeah. He’s free.” Sophie’s shoulders dropped with visible relief. “Thank God.” There was a pause before she added, “I saw the car outside. He didn’t get out?” Maya hesitated, then shook her head. “No. Just Jason boss. Boss looked… I don’t know. Worn out. Angry.” Sophie folded her arms. “At you?” “No,” Maya said quickly. “Not exactly. Just… everything. His mom. The lawyer. Everything hit him hard.” Sophie walked over and sat on the couch. “He’s been through hell, Maya. And you’ve been right in the midd