Camille POV
"This is Camille," I whispered to myself as I walked into AX gallery that morning. After contemplating whether I should take the offer or not, I concluded. I was going to take the job offer for the sake of the orphanage and for my parent who abandoned me there.
"Hello," I greeted the receptionist, a white woman who looked like she was in her fifties. The freckles on her face were visible and her grey hair was brushed to the back giving her an older look.
"What do you want?" Her tone was cold and when she adjusted her glasses, it made me shiver.
"I have an appointment with Axel," I informed her.
"Axel? You don't even have respect for our boss!" She shouted and I flinched.
"Miss," I stared at her name tag. "Miss Emily. I am here to see Axel Banks."
"You have an appoint
