Richard

I had always planned on flying back to Chicago on Saturday for my Monday board meeting. But after my moment of weakness around Maya, I called my pilot and asked him to prepare for takeoff when I left Maya’s cubicle. I should have never stopped by to visit her. It wasn’t like I needed anything from her, but I couldn’t stop myself after meeting with Jenny and Sam. It was like a siren calling out to me, leading me toward my demise.

She’s an anomaly I can’t categorize yet which only fuels my interest. Everything about her is strange. From her vintage attire to her pins, she doesn’t fit into the usual neat category of business professionals I’m used to.

I hate that she interests me about as much as I dislike how I keep acting like a thoughtless fool around her. Between my alias and Maya working her…