Chapter 7

"Max! Where the hell did you disappear to last night?" Camille's voice rang out across the office, instantly drawing everyone's attention to me. I hadn't anticipated that she would arrive this early. "I passed out last night," I said. Camille wasn't convinced. "Passed out?" She scoffed. "I bet you ran off because you couldn't handle the pressure!" I stepped back, discomfort creeping in as all eyes bore down on me. "I passed out in the restroom. I didn't run away." "Then where the hell did you go? Why didn't you come back once you woke up?" Camille closed the distance between us. Her expression was cold and unyielding. No one in the office had a clue what was really going on. They just exchanged hushed whispers, like bystanders watching a scene play out. "Ms. Layton, maybe we should keep personal matters out of the workplace," I said. "Personal? Who said anything between us is personal?" Camille snapped back. "My father pays you a salary, and you can't even handle a few dri