“My mistake.”
“Yes,” Maxim said. “It was.”
He finally turned to me.
“Ms. Harper. My office. Now.”
It was not a request.
But for the first time, I did not obey automatically.
I closed my laptop with deliberate calm, slid it into my bag, and met his eyes.
“If this conversation is about me, then I will walk there by choice.”
Something unreadable passed across his face.
“Then choose,” he said.
So I did.
I walked out first.
The elevator ride to Maxim’s private floor felt longer than all nine years I had worked for him. Vitali, his head of security, stood beside the doors like a stone statue. He did not look at me, but I could feel his curiosity.
Maxim entered behind me.
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