19

"And the devil's back," Layla mumbled to herself as she watched Nolan walk in, looking handsome as hell. It seemed as if he got more handsome each passing day; he looked more handsome than the last time she saw him, and he would look more handsome tomorrow.

"Good day, sir," she greeted curtly, no smile ghosting her face. She immediately regretted greeting him as he didn't even bother to answer her; he didn't even wave.

"Did Xander give you the files I asked him to give you?" He asked as Layla shook her head.

"Yes, sir, they're rig…"

"Print them out, give copies each, and bring them to my office in five minutes," he interrupted.

"Ask Bertha to bring me a cup of coffee," he ordered, walking straight to his office.

Layla rolled her eyes as she picked up the telephone, placing a call to Bertha, informing her of the president's request. Then she went ahead to the printer to get her portion of the work done.

"Oh God!" Layla gasped in fear. She had gotten into very big trouble. She had accid