She arrives at his office at 8:47 PM.
The building is mostly empty. Security waves her through—she's been here enough times that they know her now. The elevator ride to the forty-seventh floor feels like climbing toward her own destruction.
She's been rehearsing this conversation all day. In the shower. In the car. In the mirror of her apartment bathroom. But now that she's here, every word disappears.
Cameron is at his desk when she enters. He's still in his suit from this morning. His tie is loosened. His hair is disheveled like he's been running his hands through it. He looks up at her, and she watches his body go rigid.
"We need to talk about Victoria," Scarlett says before she loses her nerve.
Cameron sets down his pen slowly. "It's late, Scarlett. Go home."
"No," she says. She closes the office door behind her. "We're done pretending. We're done dancing around it. We're talking about this now."
"There's nothing to discuss," Cameron says coldly.
