Chapter Twenty-One
Camilla's pov
I was walking toward the break room on the fifteenth floor when my phone buzzed in my pocket.
The job Vincent had given me at Ashford Technologies was... well, let's be honest, it wasn't exactly demanding. I was officially listed as a "Special Projects Consultant," which sounded impressive but mostly meant I reviewed reports that I didn’t care about and attended meetings where my opinion was never actually needed.
But I didn't mind. Vincent had created this position for me as a promise, a reminder that he was working on getting me the ski resort.
So I showed up, I sat in my office with its view of the city, and I waited.
I pulled out my phone and checked the message.
Sabrina Ashford: We need to talk. Meet me at Café Laurent at 3pm today.
I stared a
