Chapter 13

Maya’s POV

“Laxatives, uniform, shoes…” I whispered to myself as I set my bags on the sidewalk and ticked off each one, making absolutely certain nothing was left behind in the taxi. My heart fluttered with anticipation. I could barely wait to put the finishing touches on my scheme for the charity event.

With all my belongings secured, I strode toward the building’s entrance, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of bringing my plan to life. Just as I reached out for the doorknob, I caught a subtle vibration against my hip. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I slipped a hand inside and pulled it free, squinting at the lit screen.

[Just finished the wall, ma’am.]

Ah, that must be the painter I’d hired to patch up the damage in my apartment. I tapped out a quick “Thank you” reply, slipped the phone back into my poc