“Good morning, Mr. Huckington,” Camille greeted politely, forcing a smile on her lips. She hoped that it didn’t look too strained.

“Good morning, Miss Parker,” Harold said. “A fine morning we’re having so far, isn’t it?”

“Ah, yes. Perhaps.”

“Hmm? What’s the matter? Are you having a bad day already?”

Camille was having a hard time keeping the smile on her face. “Not at all, Mr. Huckington. I just personally think that it’s too early to tell.”

She felt a little stumped. Whenever Harold visited the company, Christian was always here to handle him. She had never been left alone with Harold before, and she was starting to get a...