POV: Catalina

We had returned from the island.

The return trip was silent. Khalid was glued to his phone, yelling at his bankers and his public relations team.

The rumors about Layla had worked. Investors were nervous. Money wasn't flowing.

Khalid dropped me off at the Penthouse and ran off towards his offices.

"Don't go out," he ordered me. "The press is like vultures."

I was left alone.

Or so I thought.

At four in the afternoon, the private elevator opened.

I hadn't given any warning. Securit