“Who was that just now?”
Camille Parker turned around in surprise to see her boss, Christian Callahan, standing behind her with a raised eyebrow.
The esteemed CEO of Callahan Group himself.
“Oh, it was…” Camille hesitated for a moment. “An old friend.”
“An old friend, you say?” There was a wry smile on Christian’s face. “And who might that be?”
Camille narrowed her eyes at him warily. “It’s a friend from high school,” she replied calmly. “They got my number somehow and wanted to say hello.”
“A friend from high school,” Christian repeated, nodding thoughtfully. “It seems that you’re meeting up with them on Monday?”
Camille sighed heavily. “Look, Christian… it’s not polite to eavesdrop on someone else’s conversation, okay? Let it go. It’s not a big deal.”
“It’s not a big deal, and yet you’re being strangely defensive.” Christian’s features turned cold. “Is it a man? If it is, you know that you can’t be seen with other men in public except for me, right? Especially when the official announcement hasn’t been out yet.”
“Hey, not everything has to be an issue or a scandal,” Camille said angrily.
“So it is a man.”
Camille’s heart stopped. “…Fine,” she relented. “He’s a guy, but he’s just a friend. I can arrange to meet with him somewhere private if you’re so concerned.”
“Actually, it would be better to meet up while being in disguise. It wouldn’t sit well with me knowing that you’re gonna meet up with some guy in private,” Christian said with a lopsided smile on his face.
Camille frowned, but didn’t say anything.
“Well, if it’s a friend from high school, it’s definitely someone from a wealthy family,” Christian continued on, pacing around the room slowly, purposefully. “Am I right?”
Camille felt anxiety spike in her chest. “What’s your point?” she demanded.
“Which means that he must be a public figure. Someone who would definitely catch attention if he met up with someone publicly.” Christian stopped pacing and turned to Camille. He still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were dangerously cold. “You realize the risks now, don’t you? If people find out that my wife—”
“I am not your wife,” Camille said heatedly.
Christian’s smile turned amused. “Yet,” he said smoothly. “Still, you’re my fiancée now, Camille. Don’t I have the right to be worried, hmm?”
“Don’t pretend that you care,” she snapped. “The only reason why we are engaged to be married is because of the contract. If it were by choice, I would’ve never even considered agreeing to such a ludicrous request.”
“Ah, but the thing is, you signed the contract already, Camille.” Christian’s expression was smug. “Or should I say… Hailey?”
Camille froze. “I told you not to call me that!” she told him angrily.
“My bad, my bad.” Christian held his hands up in the form of surrender. “Yet still, the fact remains that you are my fiancée now. You agreed to do whatever I say, Camille. I hope you haven’t forgotten that.”
Camille felt her heart sink to her stomach. “…I hate you,” she growled out.
“Ouch,” Christian said, feigning hurt. “You sure know how to hurt a man’s feelings, Camille.”
Camille scowled before turning around to leave. “I still have some paperwork to do, Mr. Callahan. So, if you will excuse me.”
“Ah, of course. I wouldn’t want to keep you from your secretary duties.” Christian chuckled. “Hope you have fun on Monday with your… friend, Miss Parker.”
Camille ignored him and went on her way out of his office.
***
It had been fourteen years now.
Fourteen years since she had last seen Michael Noah McGregor.
They were in high school when they first met, and the last time they saw each other was so long ago. They were adults now, not teenagers anymore. Everything was different now.
But the moment she heard Michael’s voice…
It was such a foreign feeling.
She did feel that the voice sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite place where she had heard it the first time. It was only when he called out her old nickname that she realized for sure who he was.
Vanilla.
When they were in high school, they used to hang out with each other a lot. Sometimes they would even eat together during lunch. They would draw attention from the other students wherever they went, and nobody dared to bother them thanks to Michael’s thinly-veiled threats.
She would always buy her favorite dessert without fail each day: ice cream. She wouldn’t eat any other flavor except for vanilla. Even though Michael tried a few times to get her to choose chocolate or strawberry, she stuck to her decision of vanilla flavor. Since then, he started calling her ‘Vanilla’, for fun.
“It’s even similar to your last name, isn’t it?” he had remarked to her in amusement. “Vanilla and van Gowen. Doesn’t sound too far off!”
She had rolled her eyes at him that day, thinking that there was a childish side to him, after all. Then again, she had always known that there was a reason why he did all those bad habits back in school. She had never really approved of anybody resorting to smoking, drinking, taking drugs, and skipping classes. She thought that they were a waste of time, that they were wasting their lives away for some temporary high or enjoyment.
But ever since she became an adult, she finally came to understand why some people kept going to bars to drink and even smoke whenever they could. Not only because of the addiction or habit, but because drinking or smoking could take their minds off their stress and problems. It wasn’t the greatest solution, but some people had their own ways of coping.
She still didn’t approve of such things, but the harsh reality of the world just caused her to open her eyes to different perspectives. It wasn’t pretty, but then again, what could she do?
She wasn’t that immature, confident teenager that she once was anymore. She couldn’t go back to scolding anyone as she pleased. She was a normal person now, with no status and no exciting family background.
Yet still, she felt like a prisoner in her own life.
Camille sighed heavily.
How had she ended up like this?
How could she have unknowingly gotten herself into the Callahans’ trap?
Now she was bound to a contract that she had never wanted in the first place.
A marriage contract with Christian Callahan?
What should she do once the public found out about this? What about her family that she had left behind years ago?
And now, even Michael contacted her out of the blue…
Michael McGregor, a famous public figure who was admired by several prominent people in the city.
There was no doubt that Christian was going to use this to his advantage.
This was just a disaster waiting to happen.
The girl was still staring at her, her back pressed against the wall and her hands clenched in tight fists.Camille took a few cautious steps towards her, and the girl flinched involuntarily.“S… Sorry,” the girl finally croaked, swallowing hard. Her wide eyes darted from Camille to the men on the ground. “I’m… you’re… I mean… thank you.”It was clear that she was struggling to remain calm, but failing.Camille’s features softened.It was then that Michael finally rushed up to her, slightly out of breath. His attention was entirely on Camille, not noticing the way the girl took a step back at his sudden presence.“My god,” Michael breathed out, looking a little ragged. “Camille, you—” Then, as though deciding against what he was about to say, he showed her his phone instead, probably deciding to say it later. “I called the cops. They’ll be here soon.”Camille nodded and turned back to the girl. “Let’s get you out of here, okay?” she said softly.The girl seemed to hesitate. “I… I don’
A young woman was pinned against the wall, her eyes wide and terrified as she trembled before the three men surrounding her.She looked so young, probably still in her teens. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and she was wearing a black hooded jacket, blue jeans, and white sneakers. Basically just casual clothes, with nothing about her standing out.One of the men had a hand over her mouth to muffle her whimpering. Another leaned in close and spoke to her in a sickly sweet tone, apparently taunting her about something.The third man stood a short distance away, probably acting as a lookout, but he seemed to be so involved in what was happening that he failed to see Camille lurking in the shadows.“Come on, sweetheart,” the man closest to the girl crooned. “You made things real hard for my buddy, you know? You think you can just walk away from us like that?”The girl squirmed, trying her best to push the man’s hand away from her mouth.But she didn’t have the strengt
“Hear what?” Michael asked, puzzled.When she didn’t reply and started wandering towards a certain direction, he paused and strained to listen.He really didn’t hear anything, but that was probably because he had been too distracted by Camille.Meanwhile, Camille moved towards the source of the noise, hearing it more clearly now. Maybe it was because of her self-defense lessons and her natural attentiveness to her surroundings, but she could usually pick up on small details that no other person would notice unless they were paying close attention.This time there was another sound, and it was like a low, threatening voice, followed by another scream that sounded even more desperate. They gradually faded, though, as if they were slowly receding.Camille couldn’t let them do that.She walked briskly until she spotted something. An alley. Of course. Alleys, especially dark, narrow ones like this, tended to drive people away out of caution and fear. Crime didn’t disappear in a big city li
Fortunately, when they arrived at the burger joint, no one recognized them or anything. Maybe they did a good job of looking and acting normal.They quickly found a booth in the corner, conveniently away from prying eyes.As they sat down, the familiar smell of grilled burgers and fries filled the air, bringing back a flood of memories.“This place has changed a bit, hasn’t it?” Camille said, marveling at the renovation of the building. Back then, it had been smaller and had dull colors for wallpaper.But now, the surroundings were vibrant, and it certainly looked bigger.Michael grinned. “It has. It’s been ages since we were last here.”They eagerly ordered their usual: cheeseburgers with fries and milkshakes. They didn’t usually eat like this, especially on weekdays, so it was like a nice treat after working so hard.Camille was especially excited. She had been upset earlier, especially after what had happened with Christian, but now all that was fading away in the back of her mind.
That last part was out of jest, Camille was sure. It made the corners of her lips threaten to tug upwards.She looked down at her clothes. She was still dressed in her business attire — a fitted blouse and a pencil skirt — and she was also wearing a long coat to stave off the cold. Summer was over now, so the nights were usually chilly.She felt around her pockets and touched the hat that she had hidden in one of them. It was a black beanie that she liked to wear whenever she wanted to hang around outside, but rarely had the occasion to do so because she was always so busy.Her thoughts soon wandered into an uncertain territory.Was it a good idea to have dinner with Michael so late?What if someone saw them?What if…While she was still pondering over what choice to make, another message from Michael came in.‘I thought we could go to that burger place that we used to go to back in high school. We could also get some snacks at the nearby food stalls if you want.’Camille blinked, her
When Camille ended the call, she leaned back against the bench, feeling the energy drain out of her.Now, all pretenses were gone. She closed her eyes and allowed herself a moment of peace, feeling the sensation of the evening breeze against her exposed skin.It was a cold night, but she didn’t really mind. The day’s events had taken a lot out of her, and she preferred to cool off rather than simmer in the heat of anger any longer.She could act strong, independent, and reliable in front of her brothers like the big sister that she was supposed to be, but once she was alone with nobody to display that mask to, she was a wreck. A mess of emotions. Someone who had developed a limit that grew shorter and shorter through time.Now, she was a woman who could barely control her anger and frustration, completely unlike the calm teenager she used to be. With these negative emotions making her mood fluctuate often, it made her feel like a shadow of who she once was.‘Since when have I become t