Maya had a book in hand and sat in the manor's garden, reading through words but still not taking anything in, staring at the brown paper and caressing printed words, but no matter how she tried, her head was still not in it.
She couldn't still believe she was in this situation; how in the hell did she even find herself here? A stupid piece of paper with her signature on it ruined her life.
She sighed, dropping the book beside her, and wondered what would happen if she left and what was in the papers. But then a man who could waylay the president wasn't someone she wanted to mess with. He was going to destroy her without blinking.
Maya stood up, pacing while touching flower petals and blooms. She must admit, Derinem did an excellent job in this garden, turning it from clumps of bushes into something that could make your mouth drop staring at its mashup of colors.
He was gone. She had to swallow the bitter truth; he tried to help her, and she ruined everything by roaring allegiance to p
