Layla's POV
"What!" I exclaimed.
Larry dropped to his knees, begging his boss.
I went to meet him where he sat. "You…y-you can't fire him! It's my fault." I begged.
He didn't even look at me, he continued typing away on his computer.
"I won't let you punish an innocent soul." I said, my arms akimbo.
He looked up and laughed. "So we have two bosses in this house now right?" He asked, his voice was so cold that I felt a chill run down my spine.
"But…but…it wasn't his fault. I held his hands." I stammered. "Punish me instead. Don't send him away." I begged.
Cute faces don't work on devils like him, I would have unleashed my charm.
He looked at me. "Oh! I shouldn't send him away so you can continue holding his hands hun?" He asked, his voice suddenly became subtle, like a whisper.
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