Maya's POV
"Perhaps we should resolve this scheduling issue somewhere with more privacy?" Bianca proposed, her practiced smile betraying nothing of the calculation in her eyes. "Unless you prefer conducting business negotiations in front of half the convention center."
My mind raced through the limited choices before me, each one worse than the last.
Declining would make me appear immature and unprofessional. Agreeing meant isolating myself with Bianca. When forced to choose between maintaining my professional reputation and personal safety, I opted for my career.
"Certainly. The exhibitor lounge will be vacant at this hour."
