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.”

between us, thick and suffocating. Her gaze held a

interview,” she finally said, her voice soft but

croaked, the guilt returning with a vengeance. “I know, and I am so sorry, Nat.

even about the job right now,” her voice was laced with

one person who knew me better than anyone. And the truth was, a part of me,

unshed tears. “And I am truly sorry for dragging you into

Alex had taken its toll.

“I told him that much. He can go ahead with his war with my father, they can tear each other to pieces for all I care. I am tired of the toxic cycle

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Chapter 87

i came back.

I was done letting Alex control my life, my happiness. It was time to move on, to

gaze softened, a hint of understanding replacing the disappointment. “Are

gaze, a newfound determination burning in

a thin smile, a flicker of relief chasing away

with a hint of nostalgia. “You know,” she mused, “I miss college days sometimes. Freshman year.

smile tugged at my lips as the memories came flooding back, a welcome escape from the present turmoil. “Freshman year,” I echoed, a low laugh escaping my lips. “Remember how terrified we both were?” It felt like

amusement. “Absolutely terrified,” she admitted. “I swear I must have packed enough clothes for a year,

on the dorm room situation,” I added, shaking my head. The image of two nervous freshmen staring at each other across a sea

widening. “Two complete strangers thrown together, hoping we wouldn’t end up

of gratitude washing over me. “Best friends all

again, lost in the shared memory, Freshman year had been a whirlwind of emotions – the excitement of newfound Independence, the terror of being far from home, the constant struggle to navigate the complexities of college life. My thoughts drifted back to that pivotal first day of freshman year, the day I met

My arms ached from carrying boxes, and the air hung thick with the smell of new carpet and nervous sweat.