Maya’s POV
Maya returned.
That was the first thought that settled in my mind as I watched her walk into my office again.
Most people misunderstand power. They think it’s about money, or status, or the voice to command a room.
But real power meant repetition, it's control that didn’t need force.
And Maya… was becoming part of that rhythm. The one I created!
She stood there again in front of my desk, trying to look composed.
But I could see it immediately, the hesitation in her breath, the slight shift in her stance and posture, the way her eyes crossed mine for half a second too long before snapping back.
She was aware of me, herself and what had already been set in motion.
“You’re early again,” I said calmly, leaning back in my chair.
“Yes, sir.” she responded. That voice was car
