Chapter 29

Camille stood there with that smug, entitled look on her face, like she thought she was running the show. I met her gaze calmly without the slightest bit of emotion in my eyes. "Ms. Layton, I think it's time I reminded you of something," I said. She sneered and looked at me. "Oh? Since when does a lapdog get to remind its owner of anything?" Even now, she didn't bother hiding her contempt. She stood there with her arms crossed, watching me with that same smug, challenging stare, like she had me completely under her thumb. I suppressed the anger and said coldly, "There are nine days left before I leave. If you don't start taking the handover seriously now, whatever problems that show up after you take over… those will be on you." Camille covered her mouth like she was about to burst out laughing. She plopped herself right onto the desk with one leg swinging over the other. Then, she stared me down with absolute disdain. "You've still got nine days, right? While you're still her