Her Mission

Her Mission-8

    Mason's POV
"Dad, do you have any news about the Wests?" I asked my dad after dinner.
"Yes. Carter West is a very good friend of mine and his wife Rosemaria is also close to your mom"
"I've told you dad Yvonne isn't my mom. Stop calling her that" I groaned
"Its been over ten years Mason. Accept Yvonne as your mom already and stop being childish" Dad said taking a sip from his wine.
"Well, its easy for you to tell me to accept her since you left mom to die for her" I said
"Mason" Dad roared "Watch what you say. And if you're going to sit there to condemn my wife get out of my house"
"It seems you've forgotten Dad. This house is also mine. And I'm here to ask you about the Wests not pick a fight with you"
"Why are you suddenly interested in the Wests?"
"Nothing. I'm just curious"I shrugged.
"Well Carter and I have been friends for years now but we've grown distant because he's in debt to me. He has a daughter, Camila.. I think." Dad explained.
"She works at the office" I said
"She does? Interesting. I don't think she's been with her parents in years"
"I'm not surprised since she already has a child"
"Go home son. You have work tomorrow"

I said my goodbye to dad and headed to my penthouse. I'm very much proud of all my accomplishments at a young age. And I've dated a fair of women but nothing too personal.

My thoughts drifted off to Camila. I find her intriguing and daring. She seems like the type of girl that'll refuse to be dominated by anyone but at the same time she seems calm like a butterfly.

"Sergio" I said into the phone.
"Dear cousin. To which honor do I have this call?" He replied with his thick Italian laced accent
"How's the mafia clan doing?"
"non preoccuparti più di tanto, ho le cose sotto controllo Sergio replied into the phone.
"You'd better have things under control. Else I'll have your head on a platter of silver"
"So why'd you call me?" He asked.
"I need your help"
"Wow. That's new" He laughed.
"I need you to check into someone's information and send it to me"
"Who messed with you this time around?"
"Camila West"
"dovremmo semplicemente ucciderla?"
"No don't kill her. Just check into every inch of her information and send it to me"
"Ok then. You'll have it by Wednesday afternoon."
"Grazie. Lo aspetterò mercoledì pomeriggio." I replied.
"I see you haven't lost your sense of Italian language" Sergio said.
"Fuck off" I replied and ended the call.

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Camila's POV
  I didn't tell my friends anything about what  happened yesterday at work. Since I'm good at keeping secrets they didn't suspect a thing but that doesn't mean I feel bad for not telling them.

"Good morning Ms West. Your table has been set in Mr Weston's office" His secretary said.
"Right. Thanks Mr Smith. What exactly does my job entail" I asked
"Pretty much what you did in the advertising department with some adjustments. I already emailed you the full details"
"Oh, thanks then" I said and walked into the office.
I saw Mason on his seat but I decided to ignore him which was very difficult since he decided to look like a Greek god every damn time.

"You're late"
"I'm not. It's just ten minutes past eight"
"So, you're supposed to be at work by eight sharp"
"Mr Weston. I entered this building five minutes to eight, so I am not late"
"Are you bossing me around now?" He asked
Why does he find joy in pissing me off?!! And the day just even started.
"No Sir. I'm simply explaining to you something you failed to understand"
"Are you calling me dense?" He asked.
"I don't know Sir."

Mason's POV
This girl just indirectly called me dense and she's standing there looking like a lost puppy. What's her problem?  Doesn't she know I'm the boss around here?
"Go to your table and start work" I said
"I'm already on my sit Sir, there's no need for the directions" She sassed.
I gave her a full glare from my table and all she did was smirk back at me. She knew she was getting under my skin and she was loving it.