❄ Camille ❄
By the time five o’clock hit, my shoulders felt like stone. Not from work. Work had been easy. Bookings didn’t ask for courage. Clients didn’t look at me like I mattered, and then vanished. Suppliers didn’t kiss me and call it a mistake. Work was numbers, confirmations, and clear outcomes.
Sebastian was none of those things.
I kept my head down all day. I answered emails, fixed a mess with a SilverRail transfer, and smoothed over a complaint from a CrownJet client who thought the world should bend for him. I helped Tina with her little client issue, and I managed not to bite her head off. But for now, as I sat in Margaret’s office listening to her talk about quarterly targets, I felt like my heart wasn’t just bruised. I felt like it was broken.
“You are awfully quiet, Cami
