50 The Phone Call Fiasco

The sun cast its golden rays upon the city, painting the sky with hues of warmth and promise. Outside Layla's office window, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves, carrying with it a hint of anticipation. It was a day that held the promise of new beginnings, yet within the confines of Layla's workplace, an atmosphere of discontent hung heavy in the air. It was supposed to be a nice and peaceful day so why did she have to go through such hard times. Layla, typically a beacon of composure and grace, found herself engulfed in a tempest of frustration and exasperation. The weight of her workers' indolence and nonchalant attitude had become an insurmountable burden, threatening to shatter her calm facade. As if they were deliberately frustrating her to force her out of the office. She knew that some rumors had been spreading about her never for once visiting her sister in prison even though she was of high standards and the law could allow her gateway. Some lovers of her sister, Ria had go