Chapter Thirteen
Camilla’s POV
Eight hours.
Eight miserable, soul-draining hours of waiting.
The office was nearly silent now, save for the sound of the air conditioning and my own breathing. The once-busy corridors had emptied out, the clicking of heels, the chatter of employees, the ringing of phones, all gone. The only sign of life in this entire building was me, sitting here like a complete fool.
I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms. Why was I still here? I could’ve left hours ago. Should have. But I hadn’t.
Because he had told me not to.
My stomach tightened at the thought. I hated this. Hated the power he had over me, the way I sat here like some obedient little intern, waiting for a man who probably hadn’t thought about me once since walking out that door.
And
