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The words hung in the air between us, his honesty stripping away my rehearsed defenses."You're not broken, Maya." His voice dropped lower. "You're the strongest person I've ever met."That caught me off guard. I opened my mouth but found I had nothing to say."I'm not here to fix you," Alex continued. "Every time I try to give you space, I imagine Daniel showing up at your door. I worry about what he might do."His proximity was suddenly overwhelming—the faint scent of his cologne, the warmth radiating from him, the intensity in his eyes that had nothing to do with professional interest.I kissed him.I'm not sure which of us was more surprised. One moment I was furious, the next I had him by the collar, my mouth crashing against his. The kiss wasn't gentle—it was all teeth and tongue, my body flush against his, heat pooling between my legs. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging harder than necessary. I wanted to hurt him a little, wanted him to feel something raw and uncontrolled l
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The drive to Sunset Valley was silent except for the occasional hiccup of my breath as I tried to stop crying. Alex drove with both hands on the wheel, his knuckles white, attention fixed on the road ahead. The digital clock on his dashboard read 11:42 PM.My mind kept whiplashing between what had just happened in my apartment—his mouth on my neck, his hand between my legs—and what might be happening with Mami Lulu. The contrast was obscene. Every time my thoughts drifted to Alex, guilt crashed over me like a wave. How could I be thinking about sex when Mami Lulu might be dying?"What did the nurse say exactly?" Alex asked, his voice careful, neutral."Unresponsive. They can't wake her." I stared out the window at the passing streetlights. "Her blood pressure dropped. They're running tests."He nodded, taking the exit toward the care facility. "Has this happened before?""No. Not like this." I tugged at the sweater he'd grabbed for me, suddenly aware that I wasn't wearing a bra. The f
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Daniel stood in the doorway, impeccably dressed despite the late hour, his face a mask of controlled rage as he stared at Alex.Perfect. Just fucking perfect."Daniel, this isn't the place," I said, moving toward him to block his view of Mami Lulu.He ignored me, addressing Dr. Patel who had appeared beside him. "Doctor, I understand there's been some confusion about my mother-in-law's care. I'm Daniel Russo, Maya's husband.""Soon-to-be ex-husband," I corrected."A technicality that hasn't been finalized," Daniel smiled tightly at the doctor. "I'll be handling all financial matters for Mrs. Vega's care from now on."Alex stepped forward. "Maya's already making arrangements.""Is she?" Daniel raised an eyebrow. "With what money? The accounts are frozen during our... marital adjustment."Dr. Patel looked increasingly uncomfortable. "Perhaps we should discuss the medical situation first? Mrs. Vega's condition requires immediate decisions about her treatment plan.""Of course," Daniel sa
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The email from Zoe arrived at 9:16 AM, just as I was making my second cup of coffee, desperately trying to shake off the fog of a night spent at Mami Lulu's bedside. I'd managed maybe two hours of restless sleep after the car service dropped me home.Subject: Vega Davidson - Status UpdateMaya,I'm sorry to be the bearer of disappointing news. Despite my best efforts and the creative team's genuine enthusiasm for your designs, our executive committee has decided not to move forward with the collaboration we discussed.I wish I could say this was purely a business decision, but in the interest of transparency, I should tell you that concerns were raised about potential "complications" with Russo Designs. While no one stated it explicitly, the implica
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I took the subway downtown, fury propelling me forward. The Russo Design headquarters occupied the top three floors of a sleek high-rise, all glass and steel and money. I'd worked here for years, my designs making millions while I remained a carefully managed asset.The security guard recognized me, hesitating when I approached the desk."Mrs. Russo. I, uh... don't see you on the appointment calendar.""That's because I don't have an appointment. But I'm sure my husband will make time for me."I still had my access badge—Daniel had never bothered to deactivate it, probably assuming I wouldn't have the nerve to return. But today, I'm using it. I swiped it at the elevator, relieved when the light turned green. At least I'd avoid the awkwardness of being escorted up by security.The executive floor was quiet when I arrived, most offices dark. It was after seven; the regular staff had gone home. But I knew Daniel would still be here. He always worked late, his dedication to the company on
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Outside, the night air hit me like a slap, clearing some of the fog from my brain. I walked aimlessly for several blocks, processing the conversation with Daniel, the mysterious woman, the impossible situation I found myself in.By the time I reached my apartment, a plan had begun to take shape. If manufacturers wouldn't work with me, I'd create pieces that didn't require them. If traditional materials were inaccessible, I'd work with unconventional ones. If established channels were closed to me, I'd forge new ones.I stayed up until dawn, sketching designs that could be executed with minimal equipment, researching techniques I could master quickly, sourcing materials that wouldn't require industry connections to obtain.By morning, Maya Vega Designs had evolved from a desperate dream into a concrete plan. I studied my own pendant—the glass bead necklace from my childhood—and sketched variations I could produce with minimal equipment. I'd need to work with what I had and maximize eve
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