"Why are you here in my office?" Roderick's jaw clenched as he stared at Orabela, who casually placed her handbag on his desk before sinking into the plush sofa.
"So you can finally take responsibility for ruining my life," she spat, her gaze locked on him with venom.
Roderick chuckled darkly, his hand hovering over the phone as he pressed a button to summon security. "We'll see about that."
"Don't even think about it," she interrupted, her voice rising just enough to make him pause. "Or I'll make sure everyone knows how you two-timed Layla," she added, her words laced with menace.
Roderick froze, lifting his finger from the button, his expression hardening.
"Layla and your uncle are out for blood," Orabela continued, her tone calm but sharp. "They're coming for me now, but it won't be long before they set their sights on you. You need me, Rick. It's smarter if we work together against them."
