the expensive artwork on the walls to the large windows that displayed the metropolitan skyline, the interior oozed wealth and a

She had come to fight for her relationship with Louis, but the cold

lm remarked, "I'll get right to the point, Miss Da

her expression remained neutral. "With all due respect, Mr. Seba

predator that realised it had cornered its victim. "I'm afraid not," he responded, bending a little

marriage," in a barely audible voi

ndication of something on his face, maybe displeasure.

hought about Louis, the life they started together, and the possible future they had ve

nd deliberately. In the quiet calm of the office, there seemed to be a subtle rustling of papers. With a tone that bel

through her veins. She struggled to maintain a steady voice

hout their knowledge, were contained in it. Financial statements, Davidson Tech internal memos, and what seemed to be private commun

working many jobs to pay for her college education. Their recent jobs at Davidson Tech had been a blessing, giving them the

g," but her shaky voice revealed

judge's gavel. "Everything your parents have fought for-their profe

Amaya's voice sounded em

closing in Amaya's heart, he closed the file. You're a bright y

ered Louis, his soft smile and loving eyes, the way he treated her like she was the most valuable thing i

ack in his chair. His tone was almost pitying, as if he were explaining a simple fact to a

Sebastian to feel the joy of witnessing her weep. She recalled all the occasions when Louis had

" she spoke in a l

son, I'm a businessman, and this is only business. You have 24 hours to end th

e power she had left, she pushed them to s

ressive office. "Oh, and Amaya?, The agreement is off if you mention this conversation

remain steady. Instead, she pulled the door open and wal

ling face on the lock screen. It was a candid shot she had taken on their last vacation – Louis laughing; his eyes crinkle

ithout telling him about his father's cruel plans? The thought

in. She was good at solving problems by nature and profession. There had to be a solution, a way to prot

ded help, things, and time above all else. But first, she had to

She was no longer just Amaya Davidson. She was now a woman with