Mrs. Maeve Thorne

The car doors shut almost at the same time, the sound bouncing off the concrete walls of the Silverwood Media parking lot. Nora fell into step beside Maeve, brushing a strand of hair off her face.

“I mean… Gideon’s offer made sense,” she started, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. “You can still run things from the mansion, right?”

“I can,” Maeve muttered, though her head was already heavy with