CHAPTER FIFTY ONE – A CHANGED MAN

The scent of freshly brewed coffee battled the lingering cigarette smoke clinging to Kayla's nostrils. She perched on the edge of the plush armchair in Lance's office, her gaze fixed on Lana, who nervously adjusted the strap of her purse. "Alright, Lana," Kayla started, her voice clipped. "Let's get this straight. Why were you snooping around Lance's office?" Lana's eyes darted around the room. "Snooping? I was just... putting some things away." "Things? Like what?" Kayla pressed, leaning forward. "Just some files Mr. Storm left out," Lana stammered, her voice a squeak. Kayla narrowed her eyes. "Files that require evening hours and a locked door?" Lana bit her lip. "I, uh... I was just trying to be helpful." "By using the master key Lance keeps forgetting to give back to Margaret?" Kayla raised an eyebrow. Lana's cheeks flushed crimson. "Look, it's not a big deal, okay? I just saw the door was open and..." "And your curiosity got the better of you?" Kayla finished, her voice l