Camilla's POV
"Well then, is something the matter? Because if there was an issue, you should have sent one of your employees to fetch me rather than making the trip yourself," I said, keeping my voice courteous despite the underlying tension.
He gave a slight shake of his head, those piercing eyes never leaving mine with that unnerving steadiness. "No, everything's running smoothly. This isn't about work. I wanted to see you." The corner of his mouth lifted in a measured smile, calculated yet somehow sincere, as if he already anticipated how those words would land.
Wanted to see me? The feeling wasn't mutual. Having my boss show up at my front gate, blurring professional lines that should never be crossed, was the last complication I needed. This was my sanctuary, my private refuge. I'd already mapped out my strategy - claim I was swamped or under the weather, anything to send him on his way without further interrogation. But the delivery had to be perfect.
