Layla's POV

I clenched my fist so hard my nails bit into my palm, carving a crescent that burned with every step. My heels struck the floor loudly as I marched toward my office.

Damn, that stupid bitch! Why the hell did she have to interfere between me and Idris? What exactly does she even want from me?

I shoved open my office door and with more force than necessary, the handle clanging against the wall. The slam echoed in the empty space, but it didn’t cool me down—not even close. ...