Sebastian shifted his gaze away from her, his fingers tapping an anxious rhythm against the elegant wooden surface. The candlelight flickered through his wine glass, painting shadowy patterns across his strained features.
"I'll speak with him once he returns," he said at last, each word carefully measured as if he were negotiating a delicate business deal. "He's dealing with enough complications right now."
"What kind of complications?"
His hand moved in a dismissive wave, as though pushing away something he didn't want to discuss.
"It's not important. What matters is that yes, I plan to tell him everything. I'm simply waiting for the appropriate timing."
"When does he get back?"
"Near the end of the conference."
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Maya's POV
I shoved my chair back with more force than necessary, causing the wine to slosh dangerously in my glass and stain the pristine white linen. Anger and frustration boiled inside my chest.
