DANIELA'S POV
“How long have you known Pearl Pack and the neighbouring packs, Miss Layla?” I asked, my voice smooth but with an undercurrent of urgency as I pressed the phone tighter against my ear. The other end crackled momentarily before the calm voice of my manager echoed back.
“I’ve been here for five years, ma’am. So, I’ve known Pearl Pack for five years,” Layla replied. Her response made a small smile tug at the corners of my lips. Five years. That was exactly what I needed.
“Is there something you wanted, ma’am?” she asked, her voice betraying a hint of impatience. I could picture her, probably shuffling through papers, expecting an answer, wondering why I had called at such an hour.
“Yes, there is,” I replied, my grip tightening around the pen in my free hand. I glanced at my
