Chapter 12
Camille let out a cold, mocking laugh before walking straight up to the warehouse supervisor.
"Ms. Layton! What brings you here?"
Vernon Farmer hurried over, wearing a flattering smile.
"Mr. Farmer, assign Max one truckload of cargo each day. He's not allowed to go home until it's finished.
"If he tries to leave early, contact me immediately!"
She jabbed a finger in my direction.
Vernon hesitated. "Mr. Wexler? I—"
"It's alright. I understand."
Everyone at the company knew what was happening between Camille and me.
I wasn't just the Layton family's lapdog; I was hers as well.
"Don't think that just because you're working here, you're off the hook for office duties.
"If you don't handle company matters on time, I'll still give you a slap!"
Camille glanced my way before walking off with Kieran, her hips swaying confidently.
"Damn, Mr. Wexler.
"Don't worry, I'll give you the lighter loads. There's no point in wearing you out."
Vernon sighed. There was a trace of helplessness

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