The invitation had arrived that morning — a formal company cocktail event at one of the city’s most exclusive rooftop lounges. Business casual, RSVP required, staff expected to mingle and “make an impression.”

Layla hadn’t planned to go.

But then another message arrived from the same unsaved number.

Unknown: Come tonight. Wear something sinful. I want to see if you blush when you know I’m watching.

She should have blocked him. She should have reported it.

Instead, she stood in ...