"You?" Maya's eyes darted to the door, anxiety creeping in as she feared Luis might come in and overhear. "Why are you calling me?" she asked in a hushed tone.
John's voice was detached and nonchalant. "I want to know if there is any progress in your scheme."
Frustration surged in Maya. "There is no progress," she snapped. The idea of reporting to someone grated on her nerves; she was used to working independently and resented being ordered around. "You'll find out when it happens."
John's voice remained calm and patronizing. "There's no doubt about that, Mrs. Bass. I'm just curious. If you're finding it difficult to create the right opportunity, I can assist you."
Maya's eyes narrowed as she pondered John's suggestion. The idea of an opportunity to be alone with Silas suddenly seemed within reach, sparking a glimmer of hope amidst her frustration.
