“You shouldn't be walking through the corporate district alone at this hour,” he says over his shoulder.“I think I’m perfectly capable of walking to my own room without an executive escort,” she responds, looking around at the quiet gardens.“Worried Keaton won't be around to handle your problems for you?” he asks, a bitter edge in his tone.Maribel huffs, picking up her pace until she is walking right beside him. “I can take care of my own problems.”“Who taught you how to navigate high-stakes corporate conflict?” he asks abruptly.Maddox towers over her, his presence utterly dominant. Maribel wraps her arms tightly around herself, exhaling a quiet breath. “My mother and father. But mostly my mother, Colette. She was always paranoid about the Sterling family squeezing us out of our family business.” She stops short, swallowing the hard lump in her throat. She shouldn't have revealed something so personal to the man who holds her family’s debt.“I see,” Maddox says softly, casting a
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