LAYLA'S POV
I walked into Axel's office, and the high from the passionate lobby kiss and steamy morning bath instantly evaporated.
The air in the room was ice-cold.
Axel sat behind his desk, looking all serious. His expression was carved from stone, the same face he wore when closing multimillion-dollar deals or firing executives who'd betrayed him.
Tye lounged in one of the leather armchairs, looking almost bored, which was somehow more terrifying than if he'd looked angry. His fingers drummed a lazy rhythm on the armrest, but his eyes were sharp.
In the chair opposite the desk, what I mentally called the "hot seat", sat a young man in a suit that was too expensive for someone his age. Mid-twenties, maybe. His tie was slightly askew, his forehead gleaming with sweat.
He kept glancing between Axel and Tye, carefully avoiding eye contact with the latter.
