CHAPTER 12

“IS THAT LAYLA?” Nancy asked him while Ambert hesitated on what to tell the manager. “I called her up before I got here. I told her we’re meeting to talk about her.”

“You should have asked my permission first,” he told her, stopping himself from gritting his teeth.

“Ambert, my dear,” she said, a wry smile shaping on her lips. “You invited me to talk about her without her permission.”

I was doing her a favor, he wanted to tell Nancy.

But could you really do someone a favor without that someone asking for a favor? What if the favor you thought you were doing for them turned out to be harmful? What if because Nancy thought that he was meddling, instead of stopping, she would hasten her plan of harming Layla? He wanted to wipe imaginary dirt on his forehead. What had he done? He felt an urge to purse his lips. But he didn’t want to show Nancy that he was being affected negatively. And when you really think about it, now that Nancy knew that he knew about it, she would think twice befor