You Are Dead To Me

“Not much gets past me, Dexter,” Maxwell said arrogantly. “I think the real question here is, why are you not doing the needful right now? Have you changed your mind?”

“That is none of your business,” Reyona said in a vehemently low tone.

He gave her a long look and nodded. “You are right. It is not my business. Weirdly, I find myself interested, though.”

God save me from nosy blockheads. Reyona thought to herself in exasperation. “Interested in what?” she asked crossly.

“Interested in you,” Maxwell said simply as he stood up and put his hands into his pockets.

Reyona gaped at him in shock as she wondered if he meant what she thought he meant. “What?” she managed to squeeze out.

“Sign the contract, Dexter,” Maxwell said in a sudden, curt tone as he turned towards the table.

“This meeting is over. Mitchell will get in touch with you about the following steps,” he said with a sort of finality in his tone as he sat behind the desk.