Maya's POV
The walk up to Sebastian's front door felt endless, each step along the stone pathway making my heart pound harder against my ribs. My hands trembled as I pressed the doorbell, a mix of determination and raw nerves coursing through me.
The door swung open almost instantly. Sebastian stood there, one shoulder pressed against the frame like he had been expecting me. The way he looked at me told me everything I needed to know before either of us spoke a word.
"You already know why I'm here," I said, my voice steadier than I felt inside.
"HR called me after they spoke with you," he replied, his tone carefully measured. "Monday morning, with supervision."
I stayed where I was, keeping several feet between us. Something about his posture set off warning bells in my head. He looked too prepared, too controlled, like he had spent the entire morning rehearsing what he would say when I inevitably showed up at his door.
