After dropping Monica off at the airport, Cammy didn't hesitate for a second—she knew exactly where she needed to be. Without a backward glance, she drove straight to her destination, her grip on the steering wheel tightening with every mile.
The moment she stepped inside the grand building, a hush seemed to fall over the lobby. Those who recognized her exchanged knowing glances, whispers rippling through the air like an electric current. But Cammy paid them no mind. She walked with purpose, her heels clicking against the polished floor, and disappeared into the elevator, the doors closing behind her like the final curtain before a reckoning.
By the time she reached her desired floor, the receptionist was already poised, having been forewarned by the one downstairs.
"Madam, it's good to see you again," the receptionist greeted, her voice steady despite the tension hanging in the air.
"Good to see you too. Where is he?" Cammy's voice was cool and controlled.
