Maya got home tiredly; she asked the maid to make her a cup of coffee but at the sight of it, she changed her mind.
She was too bothered about a lot of things. During these few days, she has lost her appetite and has been unable to work on any of her sketches. She was on the verge of losing her freedom and launching another car was the least of her problems.
"Fuck." Maya cussed, watching as her maid returned the cup of coffee to the kitchen. Her fiance wasn't around to comfort her, she was all alone with nobody by her side.
"What am I going to do? I can't lose my freedom." Maya muttered, terrified by the thought of being in jail.
Ending up in jail would completely ruin her, it would falsely prove that she had killed her employee. It would bring her company to a close or she would have to give it up to the wolves.
