Maya let out a short, breathy laugh. "Maybe that's because you're still looking for the girl from the rooftop. She’s gone. This is the woman who bills five hundred dollars an hour."
"You’re late, Maya," Aris said, his voice dropping an octave. Christian Simamora Pdf
The tension in the room was a living thing, stretched tight like a piano wire. For a moment, the professional mask Maya wore slipped, and he saw the flicker of the girl who used to share street food with him until dawn. Maya let out a short, breathy laugh
Maya didn't turn around. She watched the sunset bleed orange over the Jakarta skyline. "I wasn't late. I was reconsidering." "Reconsidering the contract?" "Reconsidering you." This is the woman who bills five hundred dollars an hour
"I'll pay double," Aris whispered, reaching out to brush a stray hair from her face. "If it means you'll stay for dinner."