CAMILLA'S POV
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I can feel my as vibrating as my phone rings, but there's no way that I'm going to stop working to answer whoever it is. I'm almost done with this day, and I don't have time to run around and answer calls while I still have to finish stripping this wall of it's paint. "Oh Camilla, darling," Mrs. Geller calls, her name is Lane, but I would never dream of being the one who calls her that to her face. She has white platinum hair, she's around the same age as my mother, and she has class.
"Mrs. Geller, I'm in here," I beam as I slowly start tiding up while they strip the last of the paint. She stops in the door, her nose twitching up in disgust, "Oh lord, it smells." she waves her thin manicured hands in front of her nose as if it would keep the strong chemical smell away,
