~LAYLA~
Henry stepped into Axel's office confidently. The man was dressed in a charcoal gray suit, and his entire demeanour was very different from the rude man I'd encountered at the coffee shop.
"Good afternoon," he said, extending his hand to Axel. "Henry Porter."
"Axel O'Brien," my husband replied, standing to shake his hand. "Please, have a seat."
When Henry's eyes landed on me, I could see the recognition flash across his face, but he said nothing.
I stood up, ready to excuse myself. "I should probably leave you two to your meeting," I said.
"It's fine, Layla. You can stay," Axel said, gesturing for me to sit back down.
Henry settled into the chair beside me, and I caught a whiff of expensive cologne.
"Thank you for taking the time to meet with me, Mr. O'Brein," Henry began. "I've been following your company's exploits, and I'm impressed with what you've built here."
"I appreciate that. What exactly are you proposing?"
