He'll Change It Right Away, Okay?
"Yes," The assistant exhaled in relief, bowing his head as he hurried out of the room.
For some reason, even though Miss Camilla had already arrived in Country E—on the boss's home turf—he still felt uneasy, as though something terrible was about to happen.
Of course, he wouldn't dare voice that thought to his employer.
The vast dining room was now empty except for Antonio and Camilla.
Antonio extended a glass of red wine toward Camilla, his voice warm and laced with amusement as he spoke slowly.
"Come to think of it, this is our first time dining alone together.
No matter what, we should celebrate."
Camilla lowered her gaze, staring at the offered glass for several seconds before finally reaching out to take it.
"The first time," she said, her clear, icy eyes narrowing slightly as she studied the crimson liquid in the glass, "and the last."
Her words were deliberate, each syllable measured.
"We really should celebrate."
