Layla's POV

“Miss Handerson.”

Paul’s voice broke into my thoughts the moment I stepped off the elevator.

He gave me a once-over. Subtle, but thorough. His eyes didn't linger inappropriately—but there was a brief pause at my waistline.

I wanted to look unconcerned. Unaffected. Like the scandal hadn't touched me at all. I needed to feel unimpressed and powerful. So I wore the sexiest corporate wear I had–a red, tight fitted skirt which stopped just above my knees. It cinched at ...