Chapter 172

Camila was just about to knock on the study door when it suddenly opened. Beckett paused for a second, then smiled politely. "Miss Harrington, Mister Ellington's inside. Go ahead." "Thanks." Camila gave him a soft smile. Once he stepped aside, she headed in without hesitation. After she entered, Beckett did his part and gently shut the door before walking off. "Missed me?" Prescott raised an eyebrow, his flawlessly handsome face half-lit by the sunlight streaming through the window, exuding a kind of devil-may-care charm. "...Could you not?" she thought, her expression exasperated. "I came to talk about something personal. Hope I'm not interrupting?" Camila wisely skipped over his teasing. She walked toward him and sat on a single armchair over three meters away from his desk. "What's with the distance? Get over here." Prescott frowned and beckoned her with a commanding gesture, like he just couldn't stand her sitting so far away. "I'm good over here, honestly..." Camila said awkwardly