She raised a brow. “Sure, I’ve seen him here and there. Events. Investor meetings. Crisis briefings. But lately? Ever since you showed up?” She pointed at Maya. “I’m seeing him more. A lot more. And the way he looks at you… it’s not corporate. It’s not casual. It’s…” She exhaled. “Different.”
Maya’s voice was small. “You’re reading too much into it.”
Harper arched a brow. “Am I? Because let’s talk about that welfare check.”
Maya froze.
“Oh yeah, I heard about it. Everyone in PR did. The morning you missed work? Bam! James Horton himself—and Monroe, THE head of security—handled it personally. Like, not some junior staffer. Not even HR. Security and the executive secretary. That’s not just a welfare check, Maya. That’s a full-blown code red with a side of ‘Where’s my girl?’ energy.”
She
