I'm worried about him

Orabela stopped Layla in the corridor with a frustrated look. "Why are you doing this to me?" she demanded. "I'm willing to start from scratch, yet you're making it impossible for me."

Around them, the other employees glanced curiously at them, sensing the tension between the two.

Layla looked at her coldly, clearly unfazed by her comment. "I'm doing what's right. You didn't start from zero. You went to Dad for a favor, knowing full well the history between you and the company. You applied for an assistant position, despite all that. Have you forgotten how difficult you made it for me to even get my foot in the door here? I didn't have the luxury of shortcuts.i worked hard, tirelessly to earn some pennies. However, I'm still offering you a chance to work in a department where your skills are a perfect match."

Orabela furrowed her brow and dropped her arms in confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice laced with frustration.