Maya’s POV

I was finally starting to breathe again when Sandra walked into my office, with a file tucked under her arm.

Her heels clicked sharply against the polished floor with every step, the sound echoing softly through the quiet office.

“Miss Coker, how is it going?” she asked with a smile.

I looked up from the files on my desk and immediately muttered, “Please, Sandra. Stop calling me that.”

She was clearly teasing me.

She smiled innocently. “What should I call you?”

“We’re best friends, okay? Let’s forget the professional act for now and just talk normally.”

Immediately, she laughed and walked closer.

“I nearly had a heart attack,”...