The night air was thick with tension, carrying the faint hum of the city — a perfect backdrop for the fire Maya was determined to ignite.

She stood before the wide windows of Rafael’s penthouse office, her reflection glowing faintly against the glass. Below, the city lights flickered like silent witnesses as she rehearsed her next move.

Rafael arrived moments later, shoulders tense, expression dark.

He had been like this ever since the leak — restless, unpredictable, consumed by something he refused to name.

“Why did you call me here?” he asked sharply.

Maya turned slowly, her smile calm, her eyes calculating. “Because you’re about to make a mistake.”

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