CAMILLA

CAMILLA

I stared at my ringing phone with Nathan displayed boldly as the callers ID.

What the fuck did he want?

I however put it to my ear, my heart jumping at the sound of his voice

“Camilla, I know you can hear me” He rasped

“What do you want?” I asked.

“To talk” He answered.

His voice appeared tortured… like there was something wrong with him and for a minute I was concerned before my head overrode my stupidity.

“Concerning the project-” I began

“Not concerning the-” He sighed, his voice trailing off.

“I need you” He muttered softly that if I had not been paying attention, I would have missed that simple statement.

“Mr Clark” I stopped when I heard his labored breathing.

“Is something wrong with you?”

“No, its nothing… I just need to speak with you”

“Nathan, what is the matter? You sound distressed”

He chuckled and then I heard him cough in the background

“You are not concerned about me now, are you?”

“This is not a joke, what is wrong with you?” I asked again, feeling panicky.

He