Chapter 11. Power

Travis leaned against the cool marble countertop, the smooth surface pressing lightly against his back, his piercing blue eyes never leaving Camila as she laid out her proposal. The words she spoke buzzed through him like a live wire, sparking admiration and a flicker of respect for the audacity she displayed so effortlessly. The faint scent of her perfume lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of coffee from the café-style kitchen adjacent to her office.

“Camila,” he began, the corner of his mouth quirking up despite himself, “I must admit, I did not see that coming.”

She stood across from him, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, a stark contrast to the pale walls of the room. Her posture was straight as an arrow, the arch of her brow speaking of defiance, confidence, and an unspoken challenge. “Sometimes, Travis, the best moves are the ones you don’t see coming.” Her vo