~Camila~
"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕"
To the world, Camila is a breath of fresh air; a woman of gentle smiles and a joyful heart. Her charm is her armor, and her intellect is her weapon.
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Mild violence ⚠️‼️
"I won't be able to help your company," he said, dropping the bombshell, causing all our eyes to widen in shock.
"Mr. Dela Lucchese!" Mr. Paisley quickly rose to his feet, his eyes wide with surprise. I stared at the man who stood proudly in front of us, anger swirling in his eyes.
"The next time I'm invited to such a worthless meeting, be assured that this company will crumble right under your nose," he glared at Mr. Paisley, adjusting his blazer before storming out.
"Mr. Dela Lucchese, give us a reason at least!" Mrs. Paisley cried out, following him out.
I stood there, frozen, the insult echoing in my ears. Before I could even begin to process the chaos, a hand clamped down on my arm. I turned to see Aubrey's furious eyes narrowed at me.
'This is all your fault, Camila. The company wouldn't have to face this if you didn't show up late and give a bad presentation. Besides that, I'm pretty sure you messed up at his office like you always do. I guess you only went there to seduce him and get..."
My hand connected with her face before she could finish. It was a reflex act, fueled by years of her biting remarks.
"That's enough, Aubrey!" I yelled, my voice cracking with frustration and pent-up anger.
"I've had enough of you. Instead of blaming me and accusing me of things you do, why don't you try using your empty brain to think of the reason why he refused to help us and provide a solution, since you claim to be so wise."
My outburst stunned everyone into silence. I went after Mr. Dela Lucchese to understand what had changed his mind.
Just yesterday, he had told me he liked my ideas and would consider them. But he was talking to Mrs. Paisley, his face still flushed with anger, when he finished he stormed out, and I took it as my cue to go after him.
Mr. Paisley stepped in front of me, his gaze burning into mine.
"What do you think you want to do, Camila? You've already made him angry by being late and giving a horrible presentation, and I really wonder what you did yesterday. I'm sure you tried getting into his pants," he sneered.
My anger flared again, but before I could retort, his palm connected with my face.
"Henry!" Mrs. Paisley shrieked.
His jaw tightened, but he couldn't do anything to her.
"Why would you hit a woman?' She yelled, her voice trembling with outrage.
Without thinking, I lifted my hand and hit him back, hard. I heard gasps, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Mrs. Paisley's shocked expression.
Mr. Paisley seemed stunned, clearly not expecting me to fight back.
