Vincent's POV
Camilla was sitting in the chair outside my office when I got back.
She stood up the moment she saw me, smoothing her jacket like she'd been rehearsing the gesture. I sighed and glared at Wicket who quickly covered his face up, I was so not in the mood for her nonsense right now.
“What is it, Camilla?” I snapped the second I got to her.
"You've been avoiding me," she said.
I walked past her to the door and held it open. "Come in."
She followed me inside and I went straight to my desk, setting my phone down and shrugging off my jacket. Outside, the city filled the windows in every direction, the Ashford Group occupied the top three floors of one of the tallest buildings in the district and on a clear afternoon you could see further than you ever needed to.
I sat down a
