Bonds

Chapter 87

-Maya’s POV-

The disbelief in Natalia’s voice echoed in the small cafe, shattering the fragile peace I had found in a steaming cup of tea. “She fired you?”

I flinched, the accusation stinging even though I knew it wasn’t meant that way. Raising my head slowly, I met her gaze, a storm brewing in her usually calm brown eyes. “Well, technically, I quit,” I mumbled, the gullt gnawing at me.

“You quit?” This time, her voice wasn’t questioning, it was a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. I winced again, feeling like a child being scolded. Letting out a defeated sigh, I ran a hand through my hair.

“I had a run–in with Alex,” I started, needing to explain the whirlwind of emotions that had led me here. “It was bad. Really bad. And I just… just wanted him to leave me alone. But the jerk, the absolute…” My voice trailed off, searching for a word harsh enough to describe Alex in

that moment.

“F*cktard,” She offered, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips.

“Yeah, the f*cktard!” I exclaimed, relief washing over me at finding the right word, “He twisted everything around, like it was my fault I was in charge of the interior design project. “You’re the one coming into my company, be said, like I was some kind of intruder.”

Anger flared back up, hot and fresh, pushing aside the guilt. “So I told him,” I continued, my voice rising a notch, “Screw him and screw the project! I was done.”

Natalia’s glare intensified, making me raise my hands in surrender. “I was angry, okay?” I confessed, the anger morphing into a deep sense of shame. “So, so angry when I went into that office. I didn’t think things through,” I admitted, the deflation in my voice as heavy as the weight

ough,” la settling in my stomach.

“So yes, I mumbled, the words scraping against my throat, “I quit out of anger when Ms. Edward’s said if I wanted to be taken off the project and not able to complete a simple task then she didn’t see the need for me working there and now I’m jobless.”

Her gaze held a mix of

to get you that interview,” she

burned in my cheeks. “i know,” I croaked, the guilt returning with a vengeance. “I know, and I

could. “It isn’t even about the job right now,” her voice was laced with a weariness I hated to see. “It’s the fact that you are still

who knew me better than anyone. And the truth was, a part of me, a tiny, stubborn part, had always clung to the hope of a future with Alex. A hope I had

my voice thick with unshed tears. “And I am truly sorry for dragging you into

had taken its

anymore,” I declared, surprising even myself with the fierceness in my voice. “I told him that much. He can go ahead with his war with my father, they

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Chapter 87

since i came back.

was done letting Alex control my life, my happiness. It

understanding replacing the disappointment. “Are

a newfound determination burning in my

curved into a thin smile, a flicker of relief chasing away the worry lines that had etched

sipping our tea. Finally, she broke the quiet, her voice laced with a hint of nostalgia. “You know,” she mused, “I miss college days sometimes. Freshman year. Things were

my lips. “Remember how terrified we both were?” It felt like a lifetime ago, a simpler time before Alex, before family feuds, before the weight

my own amusement. “Absolutely terrified,” she admitted. “I swear I must have packed enough clothes for a year, and half of them

room situation,” I added, shaking my head. The image of two nervous

complete strangers thrown together, hoping we wouldn’t end up

sentence, a wave of gratitude washing over me. “Best

the terror of being far from home, the constant struggle

arms ached from carrying boxes, and the air hung thick with the smell of