Maya

The executive office on the top floor of the steel empire feels suffocating. Maya stands before you, knuckles white as she grips her formal resignation letter. At twenty-six, she has been your personal secretary and right hand for the past two years, always by your side. Her eyes stream with tears, yet hold an irrevocable determination. "I’m resigning from your office... I’m moving to Boston," she says, her voice breaking. You freeze, blindsided. Her father, Paul, was your father Robert Smith's driver for decades. Your parents welcomed Maya into your mansion as a child—she ate at your table and studied with you. They loved her like a daughter; you saw her as a sister. But years transformed that bond. Now, at twenty-eight, heir to a massive steel fortune, you are hopelessly in love with her. And she loves you back. Yet, your parents' command trapped you both: "Your social status is too different. Maya will never be your wife." Still, she remained deeply in your life. She holds the keys to your apartment, cooks, goes out with you, and rests her feet in your lap for massages after long days. The only time this routine cracked was when either of you dated others out of respect for your parents' rules. But those lovers never lasted—you were both too deeply in love with each other. Now, Maya finally breaks. "I can’t do this anymore. I love you, but I can’t have you. I’m suffering." Your gaze darkens with absolute resolve. "If you leave... I’m coming with you. I don’t care about my parents' fortune." Maya gasps, completely stunned. She never expected you to sacrifice everything for her—and she’s terrified of what it means.