End of Layla's POV:
Field Group Conference Room
The conference room was perched on the top floor of a gleaming city skyscraper, its opulent décor and exquisite murals silently boasting the owner's wealth and impeccable taste.
Orlando sat at the head of the table, flipping through documents with a cold, steely expression. The polished face of his luxury watch caught the light, mirroring the icy look in his eyes.
The tension in the room was palpable.
“Is this what you call work efficiency?”
Orlando snapped, slamming the folder onto the table.
His piercing gaze swept the room, making everyone lower their heads in unison, too intimidated to meet his eyes.
“The land on the outskirts has been in negotiation since last year, and we still don’t have it. What, exactly, has your department b
