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36. The President’s Son

Chapter Thirty Six

Maya’s POV

The echo of my pounding heart resonated through the kitchen as I took a step back, the sudden presence of Stella sending ripples of fear through me. Before I could comprehend what was happening, her grip tightened on my hair, yanking me backward. Pain shot through my scalp as I stumbled, desperately trying to regain balance.

The glasses I held, remnants of the party's revelry, slipped from my grasp, shattering on the unforgiving floor. The crash reverberated like a discordant symphony, drawing the attention of the entire room. Time seemed to freeze as the fragments scattered around me, a chaotic dance mirroring the shattered pieces of my composure.

The drinks I had so carefully prepared cascaded down, drenching me in a cold, humiliating embrace. A stunned hush fell over the party as the liquid dripped from my hair, down my face, and soaked through the fabric of the chef's coat. Every eye in the room turned toward me, a collective gasp punctuating the aw
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