Ashcroft hesitated, then leaned back slightly, his tone gentler. “It’s a painful blow, no doubt. But don’t worry, Maya… she’s strong. She’ll get through this.”
Maya lowered her eyes, fresh tears burning as she nodded faintly. All she could do now was wait.
A soft knock broke the silence. Ashcroft rose and pulled the door open. Standing there was a woman who looked to be in her early forties, dressed sharply in a tailored suit and tie that gave her an air of composed authority.
“Sir,” she bowed politely.
“Come in,” Ashcroft said, stepping aside. His tone softened as he gestured between them. “Maya, this is Kim—Aunt Dahlia’s personal assistant. Kim, this is Maya… Damien’s wife.”
Maya’s eyes widened, heat rushing to her cheeks at the introduction.
Kim moved forward and bowed respectfull
