Kyla blinked several times, hoping to God all of this was an illusion. How could Taylan, of all people, be her boss?
So this was his father’s company he talked about. This was so messed up.
Freaking messed up.
Taylan, clad in a well-tailored professional suit, had a sweet smile on his face as he stood in front of them. Their eyes met, and Kyla’s throat went dry. It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on her head.
Someone nudged her from the side.
Only then did she realize she was still sitting.
“Oh,” the chair creaked behind her as she rose to her feet, awkwardly.
“I’m sorry," she whispered.
Her fingers clutched onto the hem of her dress, her heart pounding in her ears.
Taylan began to address the crowd, introducing himself. Taylan Grason was a twenty-seven-year-old ac
