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MayaTroy's apartment looked exactly the same as it had the last time I'd been here. Same mismatched furniture, same stacks of books everywhere, same coffee ring stains on the side table. But everything felt different now. Heavier somehow.Sarah followed me inside, taking in the space with curious eyes. Troy closed the door behind us and immediately started moving toward the kitchen."Water? Coffee? I think I have some of that fancy tea you like—""What did you mean?" I cut him off. "About the emergency board meeting?"Troy stopped halfway to the kitchen, his hand still reaching for a cabinet door that he hadn't opened yet. He turned to look at me, and I could see him weighing something in his head."Troy," Sarah said from where she'd perched on the arm of his couch. "You already said something. You have to finish."Troy sighed and let his hand drop. He walked back over and sat down heavily in the chair across from us. I stayed standing, suddenly too restless to sit."There's a lot yo

MayaThe boardroom looked exactly the same as it had during my last disastrous meeting here. Same polished table, same leather chairs, same view of the city through floor-to-ceiling windows. But everything felt different now.Daniel was already seated when Olivia and I walked in, reviewing papers with that focused expression he got when he thought he was about to win something. He looked up as we entered, and his face broke into the kind of smile that used to make my stomach drop."Maya," he said, standing up. "You look well. Your little vacation must have agreed with you."I didn't respond, just took my seat across from him. Vincent stood beside my chair, organizing documents with his usual efficiency. Several board members were already present, murmuring among themselves about the urgency of the meeting."I have to say," Daniel continued, settling back into his chair, "I was surprised to hear you'd left the country so suddenly. Right after poor Fiona's tragic accident."There it was

MayaThe foundation office smelled like coffee and paint thinner. Not the most professional combination, but it was becoming familiar. I walked through the main workspace, stepping around canvases and easels that had become a permanent fixture since Troy started bringing his artists here."Maya, thank God you're here." Olivia appeared at my elbow, tablet in hand and that slightly frazzled expression she got when dealing with creative personalities. "We have a situation with the gallery space.""What kind of situation?""The kind where Jenna decided the lighting is 'emotionally wrong' for her pieces and Marcus thinks we should just hang everything in the dark."I sighed. This was the kind of problem I never could have imagined six months ago. Back then, the foundation was mostly theoretical. Now it was very real, with very real artists who had very real opinions about everything."Where's Troy?""Conference room, trying to mediate. But I think he's about to strangle someone."I followe

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