You can't keep using the empire as an excuse to avoid having a life, Onika. She swiped the tablet from the desk It's been two years since David. Two. Years.

I'm not asking you to marry the first man you match with. I'm asking you to remember what it feels like to want someone. Now, let's see... "Successful entrepreneur, enjoys fine wine and international travel." She made a disgusted noise So corporate. So boring.

That's my actual life, Maya. I'm not going to pretend to be someone I'm not for a dating app.

No, but you could pretend to have a personality beyond your portfolio. Look at these men. She held up the tablet They all look like they've been polished by a focus group. Where's the edge? Where's the passion?

Oh. She leaned closer, eyebrows raised Well, he's certainly... different. And by different, I mean he looks like he could ruin your life in the most interesting way possible. Twenty-five, Onika? Really?

Her finger hovered over the screen He's... direct.

Direct is one word for it. Reckless is another. But look at you—you haven't swiped left yet. That's the longest you've looked at any profile tonight.