Why do you care?

CAMILLA

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I kid you not when I say I would have grabbed her wrists and flung her halfway across the room, not minding the fact that she was taller and from the looks of it, fairly older than I was. I personally did not understand what gave her the audacity to threaten me because of a mere man.

Okay, maybe mister Ivan was not just any man, but it did not change anything. It was women like her that made me sick to my stomach and made these men think they could do whatever they wanted just because they looked like mythical Greek gods and held a quarter of the world in their bank accounts.

First of all, it was very wrong of her to assume that I was in love with mister Ivan, that was nothing short of a cruel joke. Secondly, her hands were on my face! Who the hell did she think she was to touch me like that? And lastly, a threat? The only person who would regret anything would be her if she did not get her sorry sight out of my face in five…four…three…

I counted the seconds in my head