Chapter 11

At least she had her pride intact. Sebastian had no idea that she had been smitten from that very first smile; Camille comforted herself with this crumb. If she had had a scrap of sense, of course, she reflected miserably, she would have walked back out through the door that first day, but better late than never, she decided, patting the reprinted letter that lay safe in her pocket.

It might not seem like it now but Sebastian had actually done her a favour—it was about time she got a real life, even a real boyfriend, she told herself, struggling to work up much enthusiasm for the idea. She had to start thinking about the future as a place full of exciting possibilities and step one was handing in her notice.

Another job might even leave her time for that night class in business studies she had wanted to do for ages. “Be positive, Cam,” she told herself as she made a fresh attempt to retrieve the information that Sebastian had asked her to have on his desk by Friday.