CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
~ Camilla
I sat down at the sleek desk just outside Alex’s office and stared at the empty inbox like it had personally offended me. The chair was slightly too stiff, the monitor slightly too high, and my brain was already spiraling into dangerous territory.
Should I text Stephano?
I shouldn’t. Obviously.
But what if there’s something urgent?
Urgent? Like his sudden disappearance? Like the fact that he’d left town without telling his assistant? His assistant. The woman who practically wiped his metaphorical ass for a living.
No. No, screw that. He didn’t have the courtesy to let me know he’d be gone, why should I extend him any?
I sat up straighter and opened my inbox, forcing my fingers to fly across the keyboard like I had a purpose in life.
He’s just a man, I
