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As they step inside, Layla is immediately struck by the grandeur of the space.

The high ceilings, the sparkling chandeliers, the opulent décor- she wouldn't have expected anything less from the president.

"Can you believe this, Charlotte?" Layla gushes, her eyes wide with excitement.

"It's simply breathtaking. And to think, I get to be a part of it all."

Robin nods, her gaze sweeping the room with a practiced eye. "It is quite impressive," she says, her voice measured, "Speaking of impressive, what about Malik?" she asks, her voice laced with false concern. "Does he have any idea that you're here?."

Layla's expression darkens, and she quickly scans the room for any sign of her husband.

"Who cares!" she scoffs, her voice dripping with disdain. "I can do whatever I want. Just imagine, he thinks he dares to confine me to the house. As if I'm some kind of prisoner!"