Camille's POV
"Who else could it be?" I let out a self-deprecating laugh.
He let out a low rumble of laughter. "Camille, you don't need to overthink anything here. Just tell me: do you want me to stop it, or not?"
"Controlling the media won't be necessary. But there is something else I'd like your help with."
I leaned in close, whispering a few specific details directly into his ear.
After listening, he shot me a look of pure approval. "A mate this brilliant, and Lucian doesn't even know what he has... I honestly feel bad for the guy. Don't worry, consider it done."
"Thank you so much," I said genuinely.
Declan checked his watch. "I'm a little hungry. If you really want to thank me, how about accompanying me for a meal?"
I didn't really have a reason to say no.
During dinner, I go
