"You’re hiding something from me, Maximilian," I say, my voice sharp enough to cut through the tense silence in the room. His eyes meet mine, dark and stormy, and I know I’ve hit a nerve. Maximilian Grey doesn’t like being questioned—especially not by me. But I’ve had enough of the half-truths and secrets. “Eliza, this isn’t the time,” he replies, his tone clipped as he paces the length of his study. His jaw is tight, and his hands are clenched into fists at his sides. “This is exactly the time,” I counter, stepping in his path to block him. “Who is he? Why did he have that file? And what does it mean for us?” Maximilian exhales sharply, his frustration palpable. He brushes past me, heading toward the bar cart in the corner of the room. I watch as he pours himself a glass of whiskey, his movements rigid. “It’s nothing you need to worry about,” he finally says, his back still turned to me. I cross my arms over my chest, refusing to back down. “That’s not good enough, Maximi
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