Seeing Camilla acknowledge it so openly, Tamara lowered her head and took a sip of her coffee, her mind racing.
After a brief pause, she finally spoke, her tone laced with practiced politeness.
"Madam Luther and I have never met before.
May I ask what brings you here today?"
"There's no need to be so tense, Ms. Tamara," Camilla said, detecting the wariness and defensiveness in Tamara's voice.
Her eyes curved into crescents, her stunningly beautiful face radiating an almost innocent warmth.
"I'm here to help you."
Help her?!
Meeting Camilla's inscrutable gaze, Tamara felt an inexplicable unease creep into her heart, her smile gradually fading.
"I'm not sure what you're implying, Madam Luther, and I certainly don't need your help," she said, glancing perfunctory at her watch before forcing a polite smile.
She picked up her bag and rose to leave.
"It's office hours—I should head back to the company.
Excuse me."
"Not sure?
