Don’t Mess With My Sanctuary

Layla

"I hate to think you've replaced me with someone else in that office, because if that is the case, you are in deep trouble, sir," I say as I stand before Danny's office. I've held out of the office for almost a week, but I had had enough. I can't keep myself cooped up in that house while everyone is running around like a headless chicken in the office.

I had come to work, just to find that my office was gone. In place stood a bigger, fancier office with a whole living room space, filled with plants, flowers, books and so much more. The office was pretty, in warm tones of grey, gold, and blush pink. It had a few black pieces here and there giving it the final touch. But there were workers still there, fixing the electrical from what it seemed.

Danny sits in his office with a pile of papers, samples of fabric, and a cup of coffee. God knows what number of coffee cups that is. He can drink two whole kettles of coffee while consumed in his work. He stands, obviously surprised to see