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    His chest tightened with everything he hadn’t said. His voice cracked as he turned to Richard.


    “Do you know where she is?”


    A slow shake of the head came from Richard.


    “I’ve tried for months. I still don’t know her exact address.”


    Narrowing his gaze, Richard added,


    “But I have a n. If we set things up right, Maia will have no choice but to see us. And when she does, this time, we’ll do it right. The Morgan family can’t afford to lose her again.”


    Determination flickered in Richard’s eyes as he started the car again.


    The engine rumbled to life, and together, they sped off into the street, racing toward MCN’s headquarters, hope fighting its way through all their regrets.


    The three of them pulled up to MCN’s sleek building in no time. Without a second thought, Richard guided Sandra and Jarrod toward the entrance, his steps brisk.


    “Let’s not waste a second. The sooner we get Maia here, the better,” said Richard, ncing back at his family.


    Eyes wandering up the shimmering building, Jarrod took in the sheer height, his breath catching at the sight of ss and steel zing beneath the midday sun. The sunlight bounced off the pale fa?ade, throwing sharp reflections all around and highlighting the tension twisting his expression.


    Worry crept into his brow as he finally voiced his doubt.


    “Dad, do you really think this is going to work? What if Maia refuses toe?”


    “You don’t need to worry,” said Richard, his voice steady and full of certainty. “We’ll head up to the tenth floor in just a bit, take our ce at the MCN front desk, and sit tight. If Maia doesn’t show up, then we won’t budge.”


    He continued, calm as ever,


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    “Once we do that, Pattie, MCN’s owner, will lose her cool and scramble to reach Maia. I’ve pulled this trick before, and it worked like a charm.”


    “Jarrod, do what your father says,” said Sandra, though her shaky tone gave her away. “He tracked Maia down this same way before, and it actually worked.”


    Even as she spoke, her mind wandered. She kept going over possible ways to speak to Maia, fumbling through imaginary apologies. She clung to the hope that the right words would somehow make things right.


    “Jarrod, if we show her we mean it and say everything from the heart, she wouldn’t turn us away without listening. Don’t you think so?”


    Jarrod managed a nod, still uneasy.


    “Yeah, I get it,” he replied, though doubt gnawed at him. Something about this n felt like they were cornering Maia, but with everything that had happened, what other option did they really have?


    Deep down, he promised himself to apologize from the heart, to let Maia know that they had run out of choices. Maybe, just maybe, she would see that all they wanted was for her toe home.


    A fragile hope connected the three of them as they crossed the polished marble floor of MCN’s entrance, determination and uncertainty weighing on every step.


    Yet, the moment they stepped inside, Richard stopped cold, caught off guard by what he saw.


    Sandra and Jarrod came up short right behind him, equally stunned, unable to move another inch.


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