Layla's POV
After last night's drama, I had planned to spend the morning in the studio. At least here it was relatively quiet, aside from the music we had in the background and the friendly banter between the few interns that I had and myself.
I was standing at the main table, pencil in my hand as I alternated between watching the two interns argue about colour correction on a project and adding to the latest layout boards for a project that I was working on which was currently spread in rows in front of me. Erin's last text sat open on my phone next to me, beside a water bottle and a stack of notes that I had made on various topics that I would circle back to later once I was done here.
Without warning, the settled atmosphere that I had worked hard to cultivate in my own worksp
