Because favours are priced...
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"You have an insatiable desire for trouble Camille Sanders. You'll never just be satisfied. You're like me, too wild for the world."
I laugh at the outrageousness. "You're dramatic I'll give you that Michae...
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Oliver Wallin walked inside like he owed the Winston residence. His grey suit made him seem older than his 20 years of age, and he towered Isaac, instantly asserting his dominance.
"Isaac." His voice was demanding and I could see the boy's shoulders become rigid. He had just recalled memories of a traumatic experience, he did not need this too.
Oliver hadn't noticed me yet and I wasn't about to make any escape. "Oliver! I didn't know you knew Isaac so well." I stand up with a bright smile and move towards them. Isaac backs up from his aggressor to stand with me.
"Camille. I remember Katrina's new friend."
"I'm flattered." The sarcasm doesn't go unnoticed as he quirks the side of his mouth. Was he amused? "What are you doing here?" I tried to seem casual but this was a smart man we were dealing with.
"Yes, is there something you need Oliver?" Isaac picks up seemingly confident, crossing his arms. His defensive stance said something else.
Oliver kept his hands in his coat pockets, "Just visiting old friends. Thought I should drop by." He turns his head to me, "Tragic what the people are saying about you Camille."
I smirk, "Which part? The point when the public realised the 20 year old charity is a fake? Or when they got to know how low these people are willing to go to get revenge? Either way I'm winning."
"But to believe you were raped by one of your closest friends? And to believe you were filmed through it all?" he shakes his head in sympathy. "That must have been quite traumatic."
"Not half as much traumatised as some people I know." I held his gaze well, trying to convey my rising hate for him with a single stare.
"Well, where are your previous manners Winston? Should I invite myself in?" my brain immediately psychoanalysed the details of his speech directed at the blond boy. Isaac excused his behaviour before offering to take his coat and leading him to the sofa. Then left to get some refreshments.
I smiled at Oliver as I sat across him, leaving space for Isaac beside me. I would stay here until dawn if I had to get rid of this manipulative bastard.
"You know I looked into what you asked of me."
I remembered my request, "A little late don't you think?"
"It's never too late in my opinion." I wait for him to continue. "I couldn't find anything about bullies, however I did come across some enemies. Michael Thompson and Rose Carson. Possibly Vivian Evora too."
Before I could interrupt he continues, "They seem to still hold hostility towards my sister."
"Still?"
"Oh come now, don't play dumb. Katrina told you about what she did. Why they envy her."
"She hasn't told me anything." I continue to frown, assessing how I should approach this ambush.
