CAMILLA POV
Standing in front of Margaret's company, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. The elegant building loomed before me, a symbol of the success that Margaret had built on the ruins of my mother's business. Stepping through the glass doors, I was immediately struck by the opulence of the lobby. Marble floors gleamed under the soft light of a grand chandelier, and the walls were adorned with tasteful art pieces. It was a far cry from the modest office my mother had once run.
I walked toward the elevators, my footsteps echoing in the vast hall. Just as I reached the elevator, another set of doors opened, and out stepped Margaret, flanked by her personal assistant. She was dressed in a designer suit, exuding confidence and power. Our eyes met briefly, and for a mo
