Layla's POV
Inside, staff lined the hallway modestly dressed with perfect poise.
As I entered, they bowed their heads respectfully and murmured, "Good morning, Ma'am." And "welcome back."
Naomi's eyes darted from face to face. She whispered. "Girl... they're treating you like royalty. What's going on?"
I exhaled calmly. "The company belongs to Caleb. He and I came here recently, and the staff probably assumed I was his wife."
"His wife?" Naomi's expression dropped.
I shrugged with feign indifference. "People see what they want to see."
Naomi shook her head and snapped back immediately with half amusement and half bewilderment. "Layla, I swear your life just gets stranger by the day."
I took her as we toured the building from the marketing suites to the central reporting department
