Camilla's POV
"So you believe I would deliberately deny you this opportunity without even evaluating your qualifications simply because you think I might seek revenge for how you challenged me last night?"
His voice cut through the air with calculated precision as he settled back into his leather chair, projecting an aura of someone who controlled every second of his day.
His gaze remained fixed on mine, penetrating yet impossible to decode, and that effortless authority in his tone made me fidget against the plush seat.
"I don't believe it, I'm certain of it," I shot back, maintaining our stare-down despite the anxiety clawing at my ribs.
The words escaped sharper than I meant them to, but my nerves were already fraying at the edges.
