Mag-log inCamilla’s POVThe office felt different that morning. Quiet, steady, normal in a way I hadn’t noticed for weeks. The storm of tension, manipulation, and subtle threats had passed, leaving a calm I almost didn’t trust. I arrived early, carrying a sense of anticipation mixed with relief. The weight that had pressed on my chest seemed lighter, and for the first time in a long while, I could breathe without the constant fear of escalation.Adrian was already there, his posture relaxed but focused, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he reviewed reports. Our eyes met briefly, and in that look, there was no pretense, no hesitation just the quiet understanding that we had survived, together. He was no longer just the man I cared for; he had become my partner in every sense of the word, both professionally and personally.I settled at my desk, trying to focus on the day’s work, but my mind kept drifting to the events of the past weeks. Isabella had left, her presence no longer
Camilla’s POVThe office was eerily quiet that morning, the usual chatter replaced by a tense stillness that made every step feel deliberate. I arrived early, heart tight with anticipation, knowing Isabella’s next move was imminent. She was clever, relentless, and I had no doubt she was planning something drastic. But today, I wasn’t alone. Adrian and I were aligned, ready to confront her fully, and for the first time, I felt the weight of control settling in my chest instead of fear.Adrian was already there, his eyes scanning reports with that measured intensity I had come to recognize as focus and strategy. When he noticed me, his gaze softened, a flicker of reassurance passing silently between us. I could feel the electricity in that simple exchange, the unspoken promise that we were a team, united against whatever Isabella planned.By mid-morning, the tension had become palpable. I could sense her presence before I even saw her, the subtle ripple of manipulation in the air. Isabe
Camilla’s POVThe message haunted me all morning. Every vibration of my phone made my pulse spike, every glance at the screen made my stomach twist. “You’re next.” It was short, cryptic, and chilling. Whoever had sent it knew how to provoke fear, and it was impossible to ignore. I had tried to focus on work, but the words clung to me like a shadow I could not shake.Adrian noticed my tension immediately. He had been reviewing the client report we had corrected, but his eyes kept flicking to me, a constant silent question: what was wrong? Finally, I could not hide it. I leaned close to him, voice low. “Adrian… I got a message last night. From someone unknown. It said… ‘You’re next.’”His eyes narrowed sharply, the intensity in them suddenly sharp, protective. He rose immediately, pulling me toward the private conference room. “Show me,” he said. My hand trembled as I unlocked the phone and passed it to him. He read it, his jaw tightening, and I could feel the familiar surge of Adrian’s
Camilla’s POVThe office smelled faintly of coffee and rain-soaked streets outside, but the atmosphere inside was thick with tension, like a storm pressing against the windows. From the moment I arrived, I could feel Isabella’s gaze slicing across the room, precise, calculated, predatory. She was already at her desk, reviewing papers with deliberate intensity, her posture immaculate, her smile quiet but sharp. Every move she made felt like an assertion of power.Adrian was at his desk, glancing briefly at me before returning to his reports. His jaw was tight, his posture taut, as if he could sense the undercurrents building around him. I knew he felt it too—the silent games, the provocations, the invisible war Isabella waged in subtle movements and carefully chosen words. He was preparing for conflict, and I was ready to face it alongside him.By mid-morning, the tension became unbearable. I watched Isabella lean toward Adrian under the guise of reviewing a project, her fingers brushi
Camilla’s POVThe morning air was crisp, carrying the faint smell of rain as I walked toward the office. Inside, the usual hum of activity felt sharper, more tense, as if the building itself could sense the undercurrents swirling between Adrian, Isabella, and me. Every glance I exchanged with Adrian the previous day lingered like an unspoken promise, yet I knew that the challenges were far from over. Isabella was clever, and cleverness was dangerous when combined with persistence.I entered the office to find her already there, seated at her desk with that calm, almost serene expression that hid her every intention. She didn’t greet anyone; she simply observed, her gaze sweeping the room like a predator assessing the territory. I felt my chest tighten, aware that today she would not leave things to chance. She would escalate. She always did.Adrian was already at his desk, flipping through documents with deliberate precision. I noticed the faint tension in his shoulders, the slight fu
Camilla’s POVBy Tuesday morning, the office felt like a battlefield. Every step, every glance, every interaction carried weight, and the tension between Adrian, Isabella, and me had reached a point where it was impossible to ignore. The air was heavy with unspoken words, subtle challenges, and the quiet knowledge that nothing would remain simple for long.I arrived early, as I had been doing all week, determined to assert my presence without giving Isabella any advantage. She was already there, as always, perfectly poised, her smile calm but calculating. The way she moved, the way she interacted with colleagues, the deliberate way she positioned herself near Adrian it was all strategy, and I could sense it like a faint pulse running through the office.Adrian was at his desk, reviewing reports with meticulous focus. But even from across the room, I could sense the strain in him, the tightness in his shoulders, the flicker in his eyes whenever Isabella’s movements caught his attention







