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Layla stood up in haste as she turned to face Nolan.

"S..ir.." she stammered in surprise. When did he get to where she was?

"Who were you speaking to?" He asked as she stumbled backward, facing the ground.

"No one," she replied shakily. Up till now, this man still scares the living hell out of her.

"Where are the files I told you to work on?" He requested as she quickly walked to the table.

"They're here, sir, but I've not finished working on them," she replied.

"Take this," he handed a key to her as she looked at it curiously.

"Si..r," she stuttered, collecting the keys from him as she looked at it curiously.

"Do you have a car?" He asked as she shook her head, indicating a no.

"That's the key to my penthouse," he began as Layla squinted her eyes. Why was he giving her his house key?

"Have this also," he gave her another card which contained an address.

"That's the address to my penthouse. After closing from work today, take the files you worked on there," he instructed, and Layla no