Aliya’s POV

Curiosity overwhelmed me as I twirled in my seat. Documents lay before me awaiting my signature, but all I could do was fidget—waiting for Nala like my life depended on it. Suddenly, a knock came at the door, jolting me.

“Hi, ma’am.” My other assistant  who had filled in for Brooke, walked in with a practiced smile.

For some reason, Brooke hadn’t come to work for two days now, and I couldn’t reach her either. I had this nagging feeling that something was terribly wrong, though I couldn’t quite place what.

“A certain Miss Nala is here to—”

“Send her in.”

I cut her off quickly, startling her...