Layla pondered on her conversation with Naman. He admitted to wanting to kill her. But he said he also wants to use her, not her V.P.
She remembered the way he smiled. If she can manipulate him, then it might be something better than a high military. After all, he said so himself. "The future holds so many possibilities."
'He could be a model with a little guidance towards the right path,' she thought happily.
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The next day...
On her way to school, she was cornered by a strange-looking man. "Hello Layla Trish," he said.
"How'd you know me?" she asked, she's never seen him before and he isn't one of her many customers or followers.
"You are basically a celebrity with how famous you are in this town," he said, he was wearing a shirt and black trousers, and he was muscular as well, unfortunately, he wasn't very good-looking with the bushy beard.
"What do you want?" she asked impatiently.
