Rachel's POV
I had to pick my jaw off the floor, the audacity of this woman.
I had met bold people. I had met calculated people, even people who walked into rooms with an agenda so obvious you could read it before they opened their mouths. But Camilla had just walked into my office, sat down across from me, and asked me — me — to help her get the man she'd spent years sabotaging my marriage to reach.
Is she on drugs? That would explain the guts she had right now.
She is definitely on drugs, I wouldn’t put it past her to get high and make really stupid decisions.
"I can't help you," I said.
Camilla's composure shifted slightly. "Rachel, if you think about it practically—"
"I have thought about it practically," I said. "And practically speaking, you are the last person I would ever a
