The sleek glass doors of the prestigious talent agency reflected Leila's determined expression as she stepped inside, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor.
The reception area was immaculate and modern art adorned the walls and the faint scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air. She had been here before, but never like this.
Never with such urgency.
The receptionist, a poised woman with a practiced smile recognized her immediately. "Leila! It's been a while. Mr. Eriq isn't expecting you, is he?"
Leila forced a smile, her fingers tightening around the strap of her purse. "No, but it's important. Is he in?"
The woman hesitated but nodded. "He just got back from London. Let me see if he's available."
Leila exhaled shakily, her heart hammering. She couldn't let Tyrell throw away everything, at least not for her.
