CHAPTER 20- That Feeling of Jealousy, part 1

Layla

I changed my shirt as quickly as possible and tossed my shirt on the coat hanger next to the door. Luckily, dad was skinny, and his shirt fit perfectly.

I ran out and made my way toward the conference room. My blood boiled when I saw Sasha sitting on the seat next to Daniel. "If she tho...