LAYLA'S POV
I walk into the common room in the morning feeling much different that I did yesterday because of the decisions I made last night. I'm done being the sad girl in the clubhouse. Done absorbing pity looks from people who watched me get denied my own seat and decided that was the end of the story.
It's not the end. It's the beginning, and they just don't know it yet.
I start spending mornings at the bar with Nina. Just sitting and asking questions wrapped in small talk while she wipes down glasses and talks freely – because talking is what Nina does.
"So what's the deal with the new shipment routes?"
"Oh, they've been running smooth. Megan restructured them a few months back." Nina shrugs. "No complaints so far."
A chill runs down my spine.
"And who are all the new faces I
