Chapter 31
Layla’s POV
I stood just outside the crack of the department door, my knuckles turning white as I squeezed the thick leather file in my hands.
Every single cruel word Zoe had spat out inside that room echoed in my ears like a slap to the face.
*If we send that plush girl out to represent the executive wing, the collaborator might just turn around and run right back to his private jet.*
My chest throbbed with a mixture of hurt and boiling anger, but I took a deep, steadying breath.
Awww I smoothed down the front of my dress over my curves, held my head high, and stepped forward just as the junior staff member turned to scurry back toward the main elevators. I immediately fell into step right behind him.
“Layla?”
Audrey’s voice called out from behind me, sounding thorou
