Camila was perusing the latest financial reports when the click of stiletto heels on marble announced Layla's arrival. She didn't bother to look up, focusing instead on the figures that danced before her eyes- until Layla's shadow loomed over the desk.

　　"Camila, darling, we need to chat," Layla purred, her voice as smooth as the silk blouse clinging to her frame.

　　Camila finally lifted her gaze, meeting those piercing blue eyes with a cool detachment. "I'm quite ...