Camila’s POV
“Oh, damn.” I cursed.
“What the heck was I doing?”
I scowled at my computer screen when I realized that I had been doing something wrong for the last five minutes.
Not only had I been inputting the wrong data into the wrong column of my Excel spreadsheet, I had done it for so long I was going to have to restart again.
This had to be damn perfect because this was for a new and big client. The fact that she was Zion’s sister was even putting the pressure on me.
What the heck was I thinking anyway? Why wasn’t I here with my mind? Sighing, I removed the protective glasses I was wearing. I had bought them when I heard from Dylan they were good enough to protect my eyes from the blue light of my screens, but I rarely wear them. I only wore them when I remembered.
I pinche
