Camilla's POV
"Wait, what did you just say?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them, my voice sharper than I intended. I stared at the manager across the conference table, certain I had misheard her completely.
"You heard me correctly," she replied, her tone as crisp as her perfectly pressed suit. "You're being transferred to Italy. One of our branch offices needs immediate staffing."
The silence that followed felt suffocating. I glanced at the suited men flanking her desk, their faces carved from stone, offering no hint of sympathy or understanding. They sat there like judges who had already delivered their verdict and expected me to accept it without question.
Italy. She actually expected me to abandon everything and fly across the world for a job I had started this morning.
My throat tightened as panic crept up my spine.
