The door burst open so violently it slammed against the wall.
I didn’t even flinch.
I just looked up slowly from my desk… and there he was.
Cameron.
Standing in the doorway like he owned the entire building, like he had been waiting his whole life for a moment to make an entrance this dramatic. His suit looked pressed, expensive, carefully chosen. His tie was a little too bright, trying too hard—just like him. And on his face…
That smug, triumphant smile.
The exact smile I knew he would wear.
He walked in, closing the door behind him with a soft click. That smile never left his face.
“I knew it,” he said, voice dripping with superiority. “I knew you were going to beg me, Avela.”
I didn’t move.
I didn’t give him even the satisfaction of raising an eyebrow.
He took my silence as e
