CAMILLA'S POV
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Macey bombards me with questions while I sit in my office, ignoring every single one. "Come on, you can't just leave out the tea," she rolls her eyes, letting out a deep sigh. My patience is run thin like ice thawing on a river, my heart racing like a car on a drag street, and my index finger drums on the table next to my laptop in a steady rhythm. "Maze, please stop with the battering, I can't think." Can't she see that I'm busy? "You can't just tell the entire crew we are done working on the Geller's property, it doesn't make sense," I know she's trying to make sense of it all, but there's nothing for her to figure out.
"Macey, I am busy with this new project, can you just give me a damn minute?" I ask, squeezing my eyes shut as I try to control the anger that boils m
