“You can’t be serious,” Camille blurted out, and she could feel herself bristling at this point. “What are you really planning? Why are you so dead-set on tormenting me? What did I ever do to you?”

“Ssshh,” Christian suddenly said, pressing a finger against his lips. “Don’t be so loud. We’re at the lobby now.”

He was right.

When Camille cast her gaze ahead, she could see several employees staring at them from afar, wondering why they still weren’t exiting the elevator even though the doors were already open.

Camille could feel her cheeks flushing from both fury and embarrassment.

This jerk!

“I am not going there,” she said in...