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How does he do that?
CAMILLA'S POV -- I patiently sit in the lounge, waiting for my assisstant to come over, and when she stumbles in with Mason following her, I get up without thinking, my eyes widening, "Mason," I gasp, looking him over. It's been almost an hour since she left to collect my things, which I now realize was just stupid of me to send her as Mason stares me down, looking like he wants to murder me, but that wouldn't be anything new for him. "Jared sent me to make sure she isn't a thief," He deadpans, glancing at her with distaste and annoyance. "Why would just anyone go there and ask for specific things?" I snap at him. I know he wouldn't hurt me, not with this many witnesses, so my snappy attitude comes out to play. "I don't know," Mason rolls his eyes, standing with his hands behind his ba
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