Tangled with my ex's boss

Chapter 1 Fired

Layla's Pov

“Is this a joke?” I asked, my voice steady, even though my knuckles turned white as I clutched the paper tighter. The envelope trembled in my hands.

“I served this company tenaciously for more than four years, and this is what I get?”

I sat across from Jordan, my manager. A lanky man with greying temples and a fake-ass smile, seated comfortably in his office like he had no part in this.

“It’s nothing personal, Layla. You know that. It’s restructuring,” he said with a sigh, getting up and walking to his cabinet to pour himself a drink.

Bullshit.

“Are you seriously going with that line?” I shot back, rising from my seat. “Because you and I both know that doesn’t make any damn sense. The company wouldn’t lay me off without a genuine reason.”

“You’d be surprised how far a little... loyalty can go. To the right person,” he said, swirling the drink in his glass like we were discussing the weather, not my job.

I narrowed my eyes. “I earned every promotion I got here. Through hard work. Not by crawling into people’s beds.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” he muttered, sipping his drink. “Relax. I’m just saying... life’s a lot easier when you stop pretending to be so righteous.”

The disgust I felt bloomed in my chest and made it hard to breathe.

Noir Edge had a reputation for its condescending way of firing people. Word was the owner was mentally unstable, doing whatever he pleased whenever he pleased. But this? This wasn’t just another cold corporate dismissal.

This was personal.

“Didn’t I tell you that you’d regret choosing your boyfriend over me?” Jordan raised his glass again, that slimy glint in his eye igniting a fresh wave of anger inside me. “I bet you thought I was joking.”

I clenched my jaw. . “He’s not just my boyfriend. He’s my fiancé. And unlike you, I don’t cheat. I don’t slither around behind people’s backs hoping for pity sex like some washed-up creep.”

“You better watch your mouth, bitch,” he snapped, slamming the glass down harder than necessary. “Or I’ll put it in place for you. You’re not a saint, nor a virgin, so what’s the big deal about what I asked for?”

I laughed. Not because it was funny but because it was so damn pathetic. “Everything is wrong with it, you sad excuse of a man. You really think I’d throw away my dignity for a promotion? You think I’d sleep with someone who clearly hasn’t seen a gym in years, and whose wife probably prays he stays late at work just to catch a break from him?”

My hand was shaking as I jabbed a finger toward him. Rage pulsed through every inch of me. “You make me sick.”

His expression darkened instantly. “I’m done bantering words with you. Now, get out of my office,” he barked. “Before I ask security to throw you out.”

He downed the rest of