LYDIA'S POVI had not moved from my chair in two hours.My laptop was open. The cursor was blinking on a document I had not touched. The Hartwell file was on the left side of my desk, exactly where Maya had put it that morning, and I had not opened it. The coffee she brought at nine was cold on the right side. I had my head leaned back and my eyes on the ceiling, doing nothing.Just sitting, breathing, and being a woman in a quiet office with no fear for the first time since this whole drama started.The door swung open.Maya walked in, took one look at me, looked at the cold coffee, looked at the untouched file, and put her bag on the chair across from my desk."Get up," she said."I am working." I sat up."You have been staring at the ceiling for two hours. I have a camera angle from my desk that catches your reflection in the window." She picked up my bag from the floor and set it on the desk in front of me. "Get up. We are going to breakfast.""Maya, it is eleven thirty.""Brunch t
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