Then Sybilla Gilbert came along. She told Victor she could handle the instrument too.
From that moment on, Victor started undermining me at every turn, sometimes openly, sometimes behind my back.
All to pressure me into quitting on my own.
In my previous life, I couldn't bring myself to walk away from the money.
And I'd had feelings for this company. Loyalty. Attachment. So I never left.
This time was different.
Why would I stay at a company that was a week away from going under?
Once Victor went bankrupt, he wouldn't even be able to make payroll.
"Layla, if that's what you want, then consider this resignation approved!"
Victor looked at me, nodded quickly, and said the words like he couldn't get them out fast enough.
There was a flicker of excitement in his eyes.
Clearly, my departure meant he'd be saving a fortune.
What he didn't know was that Sybilla Gilbert, the woman he was banking everything on, was a complete amateur.
Not that I had any intention of telling him.
"Mr. Henson, once I finish the handover, if everything checks out, I'll be on my way."
I looked at him evenly as I said it.
Victor immediately picked up the phone and called Sybilla and someone from HR.