Confrontation (2)

Scarlett was sitting cross-legged in front of her table, her eyes fixated on her screen, sipping from a cup. Her workload had doubled, and she knew it was all thanks to Lucious. Lucious hated her guts, even more now that he found out she had dark hair. He didn’t look like he was going to admit that she had fooled him with a cheap box dye, but he sure knew how to express his displeasure.

Suddenly, the doors opened with a force that startled her. She looked up from her laptop to stare into the disgruntled face of Cameron. His hair looked like he had run his fingers through it repeatedly, his brows furrowed, and his full lips were upturned. His black jacket was slung over his arm, his tie hung loosely around his neck, and a few buttons of his black silk shirt were undone.

She got to her feet, her eyes giving him a once-over. “Mr....Cameron,” she corrected herself at the last minute.

“Pack up, we have somewhere to go,” he responded without sparing her a glance.

The lines of worry on her fo