❄ Camille ❄
By the time I hit send on the final email, my eyes felt gritty. The updated itinerary was clean. The flight times aligned, and all the transfers were corrected. Even the hotel mix-up was fixed. Every loose thread was tied off so neatly that Johansen wouldn’t even notice the damage beneath it. Margaret stood behind me as she watched me do the final touches. She watched me for a moment, and when I finally leaned back, she stepped around my desk.
“Good,” she said.
“Good,” I echoed, my voice flat.
“He will calm down once he reads it. He likes control. You gave it back to him,” I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so I didn’t. Margaret’s gaze sharpened as she stared at me. “Camille,”
“I’m fine,” I forced out the words.
“Good. Now go home,” her tone was final, not that I ca
