Layla’s POV
I didn’t remember grabbing my keys. I didn’t remember locking the door. All I remembered was running to the car.
By the time I reached the company building, my heart was pounding so hard it echoed in my ears. The elevator doors felt like they were moving through water. Every second stretched, every breath cut short.
When I burst into the finance department, every head turned.
“Ma’am…”
“Mrs. Backwood…”
“Madam Ava…”
Voices overlapped, but I ignored them and forced my way to the main desk where two of my staff hovered over a screen.
“What happened?” my voice trembled.
One of the supervisors swallowed hard and shifted aside so I could see the monitor.
For a moment… my mind blanked.
The number on the screen didn’t look real.
It looked like a phone number, or a foreign cu
