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Myrna's jaw tightens. Barely.

“I've seen the memorandum.”

“Good.”

“I'll make certain everyone complies.”

“Thank you.”

Her gaze moves to Layla again. Something about it bothers me. Not enough to identify. But enough to make a mental note.

I need to nip this shit in the bud. Myrna's feelings for me are not new. I've known about them for years. I've never encouraged them.

Never crossed a line. Never suggested there was a possibility of anything other than a professional relationship.

Until now, that understanding has been enough. Apparently Layla's presence changed something.

I'll deal with it. Hopefully, today.

Unfortunately, the universe has other plans.

My phone vibrates. Then again. A third time.

I glance at the screen.

Fuck.

A problem with one of our European holdings has escalated from annoying to potentially expensive.

“Go,” Layla says.

I look up.

“What?”

“You're doing the billionaire face.”

“I don't have a billionaire face.”

“You absolutely have a billionaire face.”

“What does it look like?”

“Like you're mentally calculating how many people you're about to fire.”

I almost smile.

“Only two.”

“See?”

The phone rings. It’s my general counsel.

Definitely not good.

“I have to take this.”

“I gathered.”