Layla's suite was a scene of utter chaos as if a tornado had torn through it. Furniture was overturned, vases shattered, and clothes scattered everywhere. Layla herself was a picture of frenzy, her hair wild and unkempt, her eyes blazing with a fit of fierce anger. She stormed around the room, her feet stomping on the debris, her hands clenched into fists.

"How dare she!" Layla's voice was a shrill scream, her words echoing off the walls.

"How dare she own a successful company like that! She ...