That Feeling of Jealousy, part 1

Layla

I changed my shirt as quickly as possible and tossed my shirt on the coat hanger next to the door. Luckily, dad was skinny, and his shirt fit perfectly.

I ran out and made my way toward the conference room. My blood boiled when I saw Sasha sitting on the seat next to Daniel. "If she thought she'd step in and take my man, she has another thing coming!" I thought as I gritted my teeth.

Wait... Wow, Layla. Where the hell did that come from? Relax girl. This is not even a real marriage, remember?

I closed my eyes and sighed, gripping the door handle and pulling it open. Daniel was talking and paused when I entered the room. "Oh, good. Layla, sit over here, please. Guys, scooch down one seat, please. You too, Sasha." she looks at him as if she has just been offended but still gets up and sits one chair down.

I slowly walk past everyone, tucking a loose strand behind my ear. Daniel stands, pulling the chair out for me and sitting after I take a seat.

"Now, where was I? Oh, right.