Maya's POV
Sebastian's grandfather matched every intimidating image I had conjured in my mind. Arthur Sterling stood tall and commanding, his silver hair impeccably styled, those penetrating eyes cutting through people like a blade through silk. He possessed that rare quality of absolute authority that made others instinctively step back and listen.
The moment we walked toward him, I watched how the cluster of businessmen around him melted away with just a subtle wave of his hand. He had been deep in conversation, but Sebastian's presence changed everything instantly.
"Grandfather, I'd like you to meet Maya Hayes, my fiancée," Sebastian said, his voice steady despite the tension I could feel radiating from his body.
"Finally, we meet face to face, Miss Hayes." Arthur's hand extended toward mine, his Valentian accent adding gravitas to every syllable.
