HIS REGRET.DEAN.I’d run late and Camille would be mad at me. She was always mad at me. Even if it wasn’t my fault.The stupid crate was stuck under the counter, and I couldn’t help but curse whoever shoved it in there. Sweat dripped down my face and I wiped it off with the back of my palm.I just had to do this for us — for Camille. I did everything for her. It hurt that she never appreciated any. She was a model, she couldn’t get her hands dirty and do any other thing to assist even though it was exactly her fault we’d run bankrupt. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t blaming her for all that had happened — but it was definitely her fault.I’d heard there was an opening — my brother Jason.And this was an opportunity for me. I could just get something done first, maybe later, speak to Jason about hiring me, even if it was as petty as a janitor. It’d still be something even if Camille would be disapproving of it.I heard the sound of heels clicking, and I knew it was just one of Jason’s bi
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