Layla's POV. I was already running late, mentally juggling the morning’s checklist... the investor pitch, the presentation slides, the endless emails, when Clara, my new assistant, walked in balancing a tray of coffee cups in her hands. “Your latte, ma’am,” she said, setting it carefully beside my open laptop. “Thank you, Clara,” I said distractedly, my eyes still glued to the screen. “Could you print out the new financial summaries? I need... I trailed off as my phone buzzed. I reached for it, missed, and my elbow bumped the cup. “God... no, no, no!” Hot coffee splashed across the front of my cream blouse, spreading in dark stains that looked like ink blots. “Oh my God, ma’am!” Clara panicked, already grabbing tissues. “It’s fine,” I said tightly, standing, dabbing at the mess. “Just a bit of caffeine baptism to start the day.” It wasn’t fine. The blouse was ruined. The meeting was in less than thirty minutes, and all I could smell was coffee. Clara hovered helplessly. “Do
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