Chapter 4 — Crossroads

Amber whiskey swirled in Maya’s glass as she studied Dominic Westwood’s business card on the coffee table. The embossed letters caught the lamplight, promising and threatening in the same breath.

“So he offers you the theater. Full ownership. Before anything happens between you.” Elena sat cross-legged on the couch, her own wine barely touched. “And all he wants is seven nights of your time.”

“On his terms,” Maya added, the words bitter. “Whatever that means.”