Zara's POV
"Can we talk for a second?" I looked out on my right and saw the woman who's leaning at the wall, she's looking at me like she's longing for me. I just stare at her and trying to let that sink in my brain, Layla is in front of me, my mom wanted to talk to me.
"What do you want?" I just coldly asked and stare at her.
"I just want to talk to you." She answered.
"I don't have nothing to say." I was about to close the door when she got her hand in between of the gaps.
"Please, hear me out." She pleaded and I guess I don't have choice but to listen to her.
I let her in, and I immediately sat on the couch, I don't have the reason to be polite or even treat her like someone relevant here in this facility, I'm not an official employee here after all.
"Have a seat, don't expect for coffee or tea, this conversation will just be short." I said to her, and I saw her sat in front of me.