Chapter 95

Clara's POV

What were those two up to?

The room fell silent, awkwardness growing in the room.

I guess this was my cue to leave. They had something they didn't want me to hear.

I said my goodbyes before returning to my post.

Although Marcus hadn't asked, I made up a dump excuse of what Derek had asked me to do, just in case Marcus started to get suspicious.

Today, there wasn't much work for me, at least nothing strenuous. I felt a bit bored.

Hours passed, and my lunch break was fast approaching.

My phone rang in my pocket. I wasn't about to make the mistake of ignoring it again.

Layla's name appeared on my screen. I needed to change this because Derek may see it one day and ruin our plans.

I hid in a corner to answer the call. At this stage, all our calls might as well be labelled classified.

"Hello," I whispered into the phone.

"Hi," she answered almost immediately. "I have a plan. If things turn out as planned, we can finally get Madison out of our lives," she announced.

I would like