MAYA

For all I knew, this was another trap. If I showed up to the car in a dress like this while Silas was brooding, I’d look like a joke. It would be even worse if we actually went to the office; it would make me look like I didn't take the job seriously, or worse, like I was trying to play the part of a pampered girlfriend instead of a professional assistant.

But the dress was here, and my closet was a graveyard.

I didn't have a choice.

I dressed quickly, the fabric feeling too light and too expensive for a workday. I made my way down to the...