Cameron's POV;
I'm in one of my Casinos discussing a very important deal with Ezra. We have snow to deliver to a politician's child, and we have to be very careful and discreet about it. I want Ezra to make this delivery himself as I want no mistakes. One slip-up and the media and police would be all up in our business. Something I can't allow.
The door to my office suddenly swings open and one of my men rushes in after her.
"I'm sorry sir, we couldn't stop her. "He apologizes, and I clench my fists in annoyance as I stare at her. In less than seconds, I feel the blood in my veins begin to boil, and I feel my skin turn red with rage.
Ezra stands to his feet and glares at her and I know that if I allow him, he would slit her throat right here and now.
"What are you doing here, Camila?
