Camila’s POV
Parking my car and racing out of it to get to the elevator was all I could do not to freak out since Dylan called me. For some reason she was freaking out when she called me, and I was on the verge of freaking out too.
My breath came in short, sharp bursts as I punched the elevator button more times than necessary. Dylan's voice had been a notch too high, her words tumbling out in a rush that left me with a sense of foreboding. She wouldn't say much over the phone, just that it was urgent and I needed to come to the office immediately.
The elevator seemed to crawl up to my floor, and when the doors finally slid open, stopping at my floor, I nearly tripped in my haste to get to our office, then I slowed down and take in several calming breaths.
I walked to the office as if
