Maya didn’t move for a while after the pitch meeting ended. People trickled out of the glass conference room in composed silence, papers rustling, heels clicking, chairs scraping softly against polished floors. Damien Blackwood didn’t look back—not that she expected him to. But the weight of his gaze lingered like a burn on her skin, impossible to ignore. She waited until most of the crowd had dispersed before standing. Her knees felt stiff, like they’d locked from sitting too long in tension. The nerves, the secondhand power, the almost unbearable stillness of being seen—even if for just a second—had exhausted her more than the lack of sleep ever could. Harper was waiting just outside, sipping from a comically oversized water...
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