Camellia's POV
The pinewood in the fireplace crackled, sending a burst of sparks into the air.
I brushed the ash off my shawl, the scent of Esmond's pine-needle cologne lingering in the foyer like a spider's web, trailing up the stairs.
I sniffed lightly, surprised he'd followed me to the bedroom.
"Where did you go today?" He leaned against the doorframe, watching me. "Kelsey said you left before dawn."
I set my bag on the table, my tone flat. "Job hunting, obviously."
"Which company? Do you want me to put in a word for you?"
I frowned, turning to face him. "This is my business. Stay out of it."
If he went and recommended me to some company, how would that be any different from him arranging a position for me at Dalton Group? I'd still be under his watchful eye.
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