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Maya's POVWhite light stabbed my eyes as consciousness slowly returned. The antiseptic smell hit me first, then the steady beep of machines. A hospital. My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, every thought sluggish and heavy. An IV line snaked from my arm, the clear liquid dripping steadily. My tongue felt like sandpaper."Hey there." Alex's voice, soft and warm. "Take it easy."I blinked, trying to focus. He sat beside my bed, his usually immaculate suit slightly rumpled, tie loosened. Despite my fuzzy brain, I noticed the concern etched in the lines around his eyes. A folded newspaper lay abandoned on his lap, as if he'd been there a while."What happened?" My voice came out raspy, my throat raw. The words tasted like metal in my mouth."The driver found you unconscious." Alex leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "Lucky timing, really. I'd been having wine with your grandfather at the old house, and he insisted his driver take me back to the city. Thomas had to drop some
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Maya's POVGrandfather's presence seemed to shrink the hospital room. He stood there, radiating cold fury, his eyes fixed on the marks around Fiona's neck with an almost clinical detachment. The silence stretched, broken only by the steady beep of my heart monitor."Thomas called me," he finally said, his voice deceptively calm. "Told me my grandson locked his wife in a room and left her to faint alone. And now I find you here, Daniel, berating a sick woman in her hospital bed?""Grandfather, you don't understand." Daniel's tone shifted, that familiar oily smoothness creeping in. "Maya attacked Fiona. Look at her neck—""Oh, yes." Fiona touched her throat delicately, batting tear-filled eyes at Daniel. "I was so scared..."Grandfather's laugh was sharp enough to cut. "Scared? Those barely-there marks that look suspiciously like makeup? Did you think I wouldn't notice?"I watched Fiona's face flush, her perfect mask slipping for just a moment."Probably bumped into something and saw an
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Maya's POVI sat in Olivia's pristine office, my fingers tracing the edge of her mahogany desk. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, catching on the fresh flowers she always kept. Everything about the space spoke of new beginnings – so different from the suffocating opulence of my prison."He locked you up and you fainted?" Olivia's voice was tight with controlled anger. Her normally perfect composure cracked as she paced behind her desk. "Maya, this is beyond divorce territory. We could press charges.""No charges," I said firmly, watching her heels click against the hardwood. "I just want out."She paused her pacing, pulled open her drawer, and withdrew a thick manila envelope. The weight of it felt significant as she placed it in my hands. "Final version. I've triple-checked everything."My fingers trembled slightly as I opened it. Fiona's smirking confession about the food flashed through my mind, followed by the metallic taste in my mouth, the world going black. Ever
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Maya's POVGrandfather's knowing smile over breakfast should have warned me. He'd been particularly interested in my coffee preference this morning, watching me with that gleam in his eye that usually meant he knew something I didn't."Alex mentioned the design department's been busy," he said casually, too casually. "Must be exciting times at Thorne."I focused on stirring my coffee, grateful he couldn't see my hands shake slightly. The interview invitation sat heavy in my phone's inbox, unmentioned. "It's... interesting."His eyebrow rose fractionally. For a moment, I thought he might press further, but he just hummed and returned to his newspaper.The drive to Thorne Designs felt longer than usual. I'd chosen not to tell Alex about the interview - not a lie, exactly, just... an omission. Something I needed to do on my own merit, without complications or assumptions.The usual morning bustle of the lobby paused briefly as I stepped in. A familiar figure stood by the reception desk, h
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"Mr. Thorne." Sophie's voice went high, desperate. "I... I wasn't..."But he was looking at me, his expression impossible to read. The air felt thick with everything we weren't saying.Alex's hand barely brushed my elbow as he guided me away from Sophie's crumbling composure. The touch was light, professional, but electricity sparked through my sleeve."I believe we're done here," he said, his voice carrying that same quiet authority I remembered from breakfast. The memory of his knowing smile made my cheeks warm.The elevator doors closed on Sophie's stunned face. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, my portfolio clutched against my chest like a shield.“Thank you.” I tried to speak in a steady voice, masking any hint of emotion, but deep down, I couldn’t help wondering why he always seemed to catch me at my most vulnerable moments."There's a place around the corner," Alex said as we descended. "Best mushroom risotto in the city."It wasn't really a question. But then
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