FAZER LOGINMaya stood quietly in front of the board, her eyes resting on the names Victor had written.A few black lines. A handful of names.That was all.Yet somehow it felt like her entire life had been reduced to ink on a corkboard.Will Haider.Cassie.Austin Reed.Sophie.She had spent years trying to leave that part of her life behind. Now she was standing here, pulling it apart piece by piece, hoping something she had overlooked would finally make sense.Victor didn’t interrupt her thoughts.He simply dragged a chair closer and sat opposite her.“Close your eyes.”Maya looked at him, unconvinced.“What?”“I’m serious.”She let out a quiet laugh.“You’ve officially run out of investigative techniques.”“Humor me.”She studied him for another second before finally giving in.With a sigh, she closed her eyes.“What exactly am I looking for?”“Nothing.”Victor folded his arms comfortably.“I don’t want the night everything went wrong.”“I don’t want the affair.”“I don’t want the attacks.”H
The office fell into silence.Not the uncomfortable kind.The kind that settled after someone had said something that couldn’t be taken back.Victor remained seated for a while, his eyes fixed on the coffee in front of him. It had gone cold, yet neither of them had noticed.Across the desk, Maya stared out the window.Cars moved below as if the world hadn’t changed.People crossed the street carrying shopping bags.Someone laughed outside.Life went on.It felt strange.A few minutes ago, she had finally told someone the truth she had buried for years.She should have felt lighter.Instead, there was only uncertainty.Victor was the first to speak.“So…”His voice was calm.“We finally know where all of this began.”Maya looked at him.“I don’t think we do.”He raised an eyebrow.“You don’t?”She slowly shook her head.“No.”“I told you who my husband is.”“That’s different.”Victor leaned back in his chair.“Explain.”Maya folded her hands on her lap.“I’ve spent the last few weeks t
”…is Will Haider.”Victor didn’t move.For a moment, it was as if the room itself had gone silent.He stared at Maya, waiting for her to smile.Waiting for her to tell him she was joking.She never did.His brows slowly drew together.“…Will Haider?”Maya gave a small nod.“The Will Haider?”Another nod.Victor leaned back in his chair, letting out a quiet laugh that held no amusement.“No,” He shook his head.“I must have heard you wrong.”“You didn’t.”“Maya…”His eyes searched her face.“…you’re talking about the billionaire?”“Yes.”“The CEO of Haider Group?”“Yes.”Victor blinked several times. He looked away for a second before looking back at her again, almost hoping her answer would somehow change.It didn’t.“You’ve got to be kidding.”“I wish I was.”He stood from his chair and began pacing around the office.“This doesn’t make any sense.”“I know.”“No, you don’t.”He stopped walking.“I’ve known you for years.”“I know.”“You’ve worked with me.”“Yes.”“We’ve celebrated bi
Maya stood in the middle of her bedroom long after Cassie had closed the door behind her.The room was quiet again.Too quiet.She lowered her eyes to the file resting in her hands before placing it carefully on the bed. Beside it lay the notebook Cassie had been holding only moments ago.She reached for it, flipping through the pages one after another.Nothing looked different.No pages were folded.No notes had been added.No paper was missing.She picked up Austin’s file next.Every document was still there.His prison records.The photographs and DNA report.Everything appeared untouched.Anyone else would have taken comfort in that.Maya couldn’t.She sat slowly on the edge of the bed and let out a long breath.“If she wasn’t looking for information…” she murmured, “then what was she looking for?”The question stayed with her.Cassie hadn’t looked like someone who had been caught stealing.She had looked…Afraid.Not frightened because Maya had walked in.Frightened because Maya
The tires gave a soft screech as Maya made a sharp U-turn. Her heartbeat was louder than the engine. “How could I be so careless?” she muttered under her breath. Her eyes darted to the empty passenger seat before returning to the road. She had picked up the wrong handbag in her hurry to leave. The one sitting beside her now only held her wallet, a few receipts, and a notebook she used for work. The bag she had left behind was the one that mattered. Austin’s file. The warning note. Her investigation notebook. If anyone found them… Maya tightened her grip on the steering wheel. “No,” she whispered. “Nobody will.” She pressed harder on the accelerator. Morning traffic had already begun to build, but she barely noticed it. Every red light felt longer than it should. Every slow driver in front of her tested her patience. She tapped her fingers against the steering wheel. “Come on…” The light finally changed. The car moved again. Her mind refused to stay qui
Someone had been there only moments ago.Maya slowly stepped inside.“Cassie?” she called softly.No answer.Her eyes swept across the room.Everything looked exactly as it should.The chairs were neatly arranged around the dining table.The dish rack was empty.The counters were spotless.Nothing looked out of place.She frowned.“That’s strange.”A ceramic mug sat beside the sink.Half of the tea inside was untouched.Maya reached for it and carefully placed her fingertips against the side.It was warm.Whoever had been drinking it couldn’t have left long ago.She glanced toward the back door.It was locked from the inside.Then she looked toward the hallway leading to the servants’ quarters.Dark and quiet.She stood there for another moment, listening.Nothing.Not even the sound of footsteps.For a brief second, she almost laughed at herself.“You’re beginning to imagine things, Maya.”The words sounded reassuring.But they didn’t make her feel any better.She returned the mug to







