Rachel
“Nolan,” Cameron called the second he walked out of the elevator. I saw a man sitting behind a desk. He had a dark complexion and black hair. He was dressed in a light blue shirt with both his sleeves rolled until his elbow. His dark eyes found Cameron. Oh, boy. Did he just say Nolan? His secretary? Gosh, even his secretary was gorgeous. Did Cameron have a specific acquirement about physical appearance? I hoped not.
“Morning, Cam,” Nolan greeted Cameron casually. Cam? Was that acceptable? I mean, I’d seen my father interact with Aunt Jessica, Uncle Jason’s wife, and Dad’s secretary for more than twenty years. Sometimes Aunt Jessica called him Mr. Williams despite her being his sister-in-law, practically, or just his name. Even I’d witnessed Uncle James with Aunt Christine. Was thi
