CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

~ Camilla

I couldn’t see past the goddamn tower of files in my arms.

Stephano had dumped them on my desk with that smug, condescending smirk of his, like he’d just gifted me a promotion instead of a week’s worth of pure, unfiltered bullshit. Budget breakdowns, Q3 performance reviews, department reports. Elvis never did this to me. Elvis respected personal space. Elvis didn’t assign me mailroom delivery duty like I was a goddamn intern.

But no. Stephano was different. Stephano was an asshole with a god complex, a dick too proud of itself, and a vengeance kink aimed squarely at me. This was my life now. Ever since...