Bonds

Chapter 45

-Maya’s POV-

Sarah waltzed away, leaving me staring after her with a mind blown wide open. Her revelation hung heavy in the air, the weight of her secret werewolf identity pressing down on me.

How had she figured it out?

Did

my wolf scent give me away somehow? These questions swirled in my head as I mechanically went through the motions of lunch, barely tasting the food in front of me.

By the time I returned to the office, the initial shock had begun to settle, replaced by a cautious curiosity. Ms. Edwards was perched on the edge of my desk, her sharp eyes scanning the designs I had spread out before leaving. She didn’t even look up as I entered, her focus solely on my work.

Tentatively, I cleared my throat. “Ms. Edwards?”

She finally lifted her head, her gaze sweeping across the office. “Ah, Ms. Stone. Back so soon.” A faint smile played on her lips.

“Yes,” I replied, still trying to gauge her reason for being in my office, “I went for lunch and-”

“These are some pretty impressive designs,” she interrupted, her voice devoid of any form of sternness. There was even a hint of genuine appreciation in her eyes.

“Thank you,” I managed, a flicker of relief washing over me. She stood up gracefully, her posture radiating an aura of power. “I see you’ve made yourself comfortable,” she commented, her eyes scanning the personalized touches I’d added to my workspace: a photo of Natalia and I, a motivational quote framed on the wall. “But before we get settled in, I have something I need to discuss with you.”

“Of course,” I said, eager to hear what was on her mind.

“Look,” She began, her voice turning serious, “given everything that happened with your father… the company scandal, his arrest, and the negative publicity it brought to the firm…” She paused, letting the silence hang heavy in the air.

have to admit,” she continued, her gaze unwavering, “there were a lot of voices urging me to let you go before you even had a chance to walk

the truth of her words stinging. She had waved dismissively at it before after saying she wasn’t letting me go after I had explained the situation to her but I guess this conversation was long awaited. Coming to Lunar Designs had been a lifeline for me, and the thought of losing it so soon

my anxiety, a flicker of something akin to understanding crossing her face. “At the interview, there was a spark in your eyes, a raw talent that couldn’t be ignored. And these designs…” she gestured towards the spread on my desk, “they’re fresh, bold, something entirely different from the usual

She continued, her voice firming up again, “I took a chance on you, Ms. Stone. But that chance comes with a price. You have to prove

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the time for your submissions because I understood your situation but you have to show not just me but

weight of her words settling on my shoulders. The excitement I felt earlier about the project was now tempered with a heavy dose of

no room for mistakes here,” She added, her voice leaving no room for argument. “This client is demanding, and their expectations are sky–high. You’ll be working long hours,

voice surprisingly steady.

I need you to grab your things. We have a meeting with a very

any questions about the meeting or where we were headed, she

for

ride was a tense silence. We sat on opposite sides of the plush leather seats. Ms. Edwards was a whirlwind of activity, her fingers flying across the touchscreen of her phone, efficiently clearing emails and scheduling meetings. I, on the other hand, couldn’t help but steal glances at

gaze met mine through the rearview mirror.

“I was just wondering where we’re going for this client meeting. Knowing the

played on her lips. “Not a fan of surprises, are you?” she inquired, amusement flickering in

information beforehand would allow

chuckled softly, a sound that surprised me with its rarity. “Then I guess I can’t tell you just yet,” she teased. “Part of this is seeing how you handle situations you’re not

this car ride wouldn’t be revealing any secrets about the client or the project. Just as I resigned myself to silence, she took me completely off guard with

were, Amaya Stone. I was impressed you hadn’t added that. I like people like you that want to make

dropped. This was the last

a hint of apology in her voice. “Perhaps this is too personal, and it’s none of my business. But I noticed you haven’t

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