~MAYA~ The mahogany door clicked shut, the automatic digital locks engaging with a terrifyingly solid clunk. I was alone again. Prey. That was what Ayra had called me. A target secured before the contract was even signed. I scrambled off the bed, my feet padding softly across the cold marble floor. I couldn't just sit here like a helpless doll. I needed to know exactly what Julian was hiding in this room. My eyes scanned the charcoal-tinted space, landing on the sleek black executive desk tucked into the corner near the smart-glass windows. I rushed toward it, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. The desk was minimalist—a single silver laptop, a leather blotter, and a locked drawer on the right side. I yanked on the handle of the drawer. It didn't budge. It required a biometric thumbprint scan. "Think, Maya, think," I muttered to myself, my eyes darting across the tabletop. My gaze fell on a heavy, crystal whiskey decanter sitting on a silver tray. Beside it lay a
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