Alexander’s POV
Layla passes the open archway, a stack of documents in her arms, and I notice the slump in her shoulders. She’s close enough I could call out to her without shouting, but she doesn’t even acknowledge me as she passes.
The ignorance of my presence sends a spike of irritation through me.
Was it deliberate?
Probably. She’s been avoiding me lately, and clearly, today is no different.
Layla used to notice anytime I was near. Most of the time, she would try to pretend she didn’t see me, but I could always tell when she did. Now, she passes as if I were a stranger.
A tight feeling restricts my chest as, yet again, I notice the change in Layla. Frustration rises within me and I call out for the guard stationed right outside my office.
“Bring Layla to my office.”
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