Clara's POV
What were those two up to?
The room fell silent, awkwardness growing in the room.
I guess this was my cue to leave. They had something they didn't want me to hear.
I said my goodbyes before returning to my post.
Although Marcus hadn't asked, I made up a dump excuse of what Derek had asked me to do, just in case Marcus started to get suspicious.
Today, there wasn't much work for me, at least nothing strenuous. I felt a bit bored.
Hours passed, and my lunch break was fast approaching.
My phone rang in my pocket. I wasn't about to make the mistake of ignoring it again.
Layla's name appeared on my screen. I needed to change this because Derek may see it one day and ruin our plans.
I hid in a corner to answer the call. At this stage, all our calls might as well be labelled
