CAMILLA'S POV
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Strutting into the office is like being treated like a celebrity. I'm handed coffee, my doors are opened for me, and I'm asked questions, and I can say back is that I'll handle it, or if they asked Macey about it. I know I shouldn't be throwing things on her, but right in this very moment I don't have time to think. I'm followed by a swarm of bees as they buzz in my ears all the way to my desk, and all I can do is stare blandly in front of me, and my patience wears thin as my own voice and those of the people around me overwhelms me.
"Stop!" I yell, slamming my things onto my desk, and it's instantly quiet. I inhale a sharp breath, closing my eyes as I appreciate the few seconds of silence. "All of you meet me in the conference room in an hour, and then I will hear ever
