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Cameron POV
"Hey, I brought you lunch." I smile as I walk into the hospital's staff break room. Aleyah smiles.
"Aw, how thoughtful of you."
"Yeah, well, now that we are on the same lunch schedule, I thought you might want some Chick Fil A." I take a seat across from her and sit the bag and drinks down.
"Oh you know me so well."
"So, how's work?" I say once we were eating.
"The usual. Extremely nerve wrecking. Especially considering the fact that someone's life may be in my hands."
"Isn't that why you got the job? Ya know, to save people." I eat a fry staring at her worried facial expression.
"Yeah. But today, Sheryl's patient died. I felt so bad for her. And it was just scary."
"Well you're really good at what you do, so you shouldn't have to worry about a thing." I place my hand over hers. She relaxes, and smiles.
"Thanks Cam."
"That's what I'm here for. But, I was wondering if you would like to go on a second first date Saturday night. Ya know as our like redo?"
"I would love that." she laughs. "Where are we going?"
"I don't know. I'm sure I will come up with something." I smile. Hopefully. After we finished, I gave her the usual hug, and headed back to my office, preparing for my meeting in ten minutes.
"Mr. Phillips, here are the files you asked for, your drink, and good luck with the meeting sir." Mindy smiles placing my cup and stuff in front of me.
"Thanks Mindy, nice hair cut by the way. Makes you look more mature."
"Thank you sir." She laughs on her way out. I was just in a good mood. Maybe because of the thought of a second chance with building a life with Aleyah. It seemed perfect to me. And the last thing I want right now, is to screw that up.
Walking into the meeting I was taken aback by the group of men that sat their waiting for me. Mitchell Bates being the head of them. I stare him down, unknowingly tightening my fist. He had a bandage over his eyebrow. And the other was a little black.
"Ah, Cameron Phillips."
"Alright, let's get to it." I sit down. "What exactly are you trying to sell me Bates?"
"Well if you haven't noticed I'm working for Lionel Morales, and we sell-"
"Lionel Morales?" I sit back rubbing my chin hairs. "He doesn't sell anything legally so I'm not interested in anything he's offering." I close my portfolio, and proceed to stand up.
"Mr. Phillips." Mitchell says. "I think you might want to hear this one."
"I would rather not." I head to the door.
"Do you not love your family?" he spat. I stop.
"Come again?"
"I don't think your little family would be...hmm.. too safe if you walk away from this deal."
"I don't think you would be too safe threatning me in a room full of cameras and tape recorders. And you should know by now, I'm not too fond of threatning Mr. Bates. So you can tell Morales thanks but no thanks, and that you and him both can shove that illegal bullshit up your asses. Johnson, show them out please. Thank you." I close the door behind me. Threatning me is one thing, but no one messes with my family.
