Simon stops about two feet away and looks at Maya with a look of disdain. “They want it now.”

“Are you their spokesperson?” I ask, my tone mocking.

His brows raised and nearly hit his hairline. “There are whispers and too many things going out there for you not to.”

“Fine,” I say, gritting my teeth together. I was hoping to do this tomorrow.

I glance at Maya, who is staring up at me innocently with big doe eyes. She looks confused, as if she doesn’t know what will happen next ...