"Now?" I picked up on the emphasis.
Camille's eyes flickered. "The upcoming Paris show is critical. All attention must be focused on our business objectives."
But something in her tone suggested there was more. I filed that away for later.
"So what exactly are you proposing?" I asked.
"As I said, a morality clause in your contract." Camille's voice was all business. "You maintain professional boundaries with all members of the Valentine family. In return, your employment continues, including the educational arrangements for your sister."
"And if I refuse?"
"Then you're welcome to pursue other opportunities."
Translation: Get fired and blacklisted.
I felt Vivienne's eyes on me but kept my gaze locked with Camille's. "Seems like you've thought of everything."
"It's my job to think of everything."
"Almost everything." I tilted my head. "You forgot to account for the fact that your daughters are autonomous individuals capable of making their own choices."
