Bonds

Chapter 16

-Maya’s POV-

I sat on the plush chair, hating how distracted I felt knowing that Natalia must have put in a lot to get me this interview. My father’s words echoed in my head, each syllable tumbling through my mind. He’d shoved the papers at me, anger burning in his eyes, and demanded I sign them. My mother followed him out, a silent apology in her eyes that did nothing to soothe the storm raging inside me.

“Amaya Stone? Is Amaya Stone here?”

The voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I jumped to my feet, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. The other candidates watched me, probably judging me for not being focused.

“Yeah, that’s me,” I mumbled, shoving the stray hair from my face.

The woman who called my name gave me a warm smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners. She looked about my age, but carried herself with a confidence I envied. Her tailored black suit hugged her curves perfectly, her dark hair sleek and polished.

“No worries,” she said kindly, her voice like honey. “Nerves got the best of everyone sometimes. Follow me, Ms. Stone.”

I opened my mouth to correct her- it was Mrs. Stone technically, and McCall anyway – but the words wouldn’t come out. We stopped in front of a heavy wooden door with a brass nameplate that read “Ms. Edwards.” My guide took a deep breath, smoothing her already flawless outfit.

“Just a heads up,” she murmured, her voice losing a bit of its earlier cheer. “Ms. Edwards can be a bit… direct. But she’s fair, and she appreciates

honesty.”

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. “Direct?” 1 echoed, already picturing a stern woman in a power suit grilling me like a criminal.

She offered a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Just be yourself.”

some confidence. The woman gave the door a

Edwards,” she announced, her voice back to its usual confident tone. “Amaya Stone is here for

fifties, with silver streaked hair pulled back in a tight bun.

“Thank you.

her voice a low tone that commanded attention.

knot in my stomach tightened, and the questions about my father swirled around my mind but I knew for now,

smile.

Edwards,” I said, extending a

a smile in return. Instead, she stared at my hand for a beat

said, her gaze

feel like just an interview anymore. It felt like a test, an interrogation. And I wasn’t

“Interesting,” she finally said, “Bold use of color, Ms. Stone, but not exactly.

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like to push boundaries,” I stamntered, “to create something

you explain how that translates to happy

comebacks I’d prepared-

“Interior design isn’t just about expressing yourself, Ms. Stone,” she began, a

said, my voice surprisingly firm. “Understanding the client is key. But

of something, maybe

for your time, Ms. Edwards,” I said, extending

grip surprisingly strong. Thank you, Ms. Stone,” she replied, her voice lacking its earlier

was the way my voice gained strength, the unexpected fire in my eyes. Maybe it was the connection I unknowingly made between my father’s words and my own design

squinted against the sudden glare of the afternoon sun. Car horns blared, pedestrians hurried past in a blur of colors and faces, and the air