Camille barely slept.
Not because she was dramatic.
Not because Dante leaving for emergency meetings was unusual anymore.
But because of the look on his face before the elevator doors closed.
Alarm.
Real alarm.
By morning, the penthouse still felt empty.
Cold too.
Camille walked barefoot through the kitchen wearing one of Dante's oversized black shirts while checking her phone repeatedly.
No messages.
That alone irritated her.
Normally no matter how busy he became, Dante always texted her eventually.
Even something simple.
Eat breakfast. Going into another meeting. Miss you.
Anything.
But today
nothing.
Victor stumbled into the kitchen around nine wearing sunglasses indoors and carrying coffee like survival depended on it.
He froze seeing Camille already awake.
"Oh." "You look emotionally unstable."
Camille looked unimpressed.
"You look unemployed."
"Rude."
Victor collapsed dramatically onto one of the chairs before noticing her expression properly.
