MAYA

The quiet tapping of my keyboard filled the office as I worked through Silas's schedule for the week. I scrolled down the screen until one specific entry caught my eye.

Saturday, 7:00 p.m. — Matthew Sterling's Annual Yacht Reception.

I paused, resting my fingers on the desk. Mr. Sterling had sent the invitation weeks ago, but Silas still hadn't told me whether he planned on attending.

It wasn't exactly a surprise. The last time they had spoken properly was at the charity gala, right before Silas kissed me in front of him. Since then, they'd only crossed paths in brief corporate meetings, and whatever friendship they used to have...