"I repeat, don't let Milena or her sister inside this company," Jaime ordered, passing around to the security pictures of Mila and her sister.
"If that woman should walk into this company while on your watch, consider your job gone." Jaime's eyes burned with anger and determination. He was ready to return the humiliation that Mila gave him, this time twice as much.
"And listen, most importantly, make sure to haul her out forcefully."
A soft snicker was heard and everyone turned. Mila stood at the entrance in a white suit, a belt tied around her stomach, giving more elegance to the dressing. Her trousers fitted from thigh down. Today she didn't style her hair all back with gel; she left it freely to fall on her face in its wet-looking strands. And beside her stood Lacie.
