CAMILLA'S POV
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I've spent the entire morning publishing ads on my social media posts for my business, and knowing that there will never be someone who is going to interrupt me while I work for hours on end is the peace I never knew I needed. But in my line of work, there is never peace, because as soon as Macey saw me posting on i********: on the business' page, she calls me up. "Macey, it's Sunday." I sigh as I answer the phone. Is it selfish to want just one day of quiet and peace?
"I know, but I just got an email that said our material was destroyed, you know...the one with the wallpaper of the Geller's home we need to finish." My entire heart drops into my ass, and I winch my eyes shut. "Just send me the contact details." I grit out, "But do we need to reorder? I mean...we need i
