Layla's pov
I could feel something changing in the air. It wasn’t just the tension from Isabel’s attacks. It was something closer, something more personal. Damian had been quieter lately, more on edge. I noticed the way his eyes lingered on his phone longer than usual, how his fingers would drum the table in a restless rhythm. And then there was Alexander.
Alexander had been Damian’s right-hand man for years. Trusted. Loyal. A steady presence in the storm. But even I could tell something was off.
It started small. A few missed meetings. Damian mentioned how Alexander had been unreachable one morning when a key investor called unexpectedly. Then, there were the documents—contracts that were supposed to be signed and ready but somehow ended up lost or misplaced. Damian found one of them
