“Yes, Aurora. Bye. Take care,” Layla said, stepping out of the taxi that stopped in front of Nolan’s office.

She ended the call and began walking in. Nolan had made it very clear: no one at the company could know they lived together. So, every morning, she had to make her own way to the office—which meant walking a few blocks from his place before she could find a cab. It was exhausting.

“Good morning, Bertha,” she greeted as she passed the front desk, waving.

“Hello, Layla.” ...