Fallen Angel (Camren)

Change of plans (7)

"Spying on the shoot, Jauregui?!"

I brought my hand to my chest, feeling my heart beating hard. I turned to the side, staring into Normani's glittering eyes.

"Your friend is so hard to deal with, I have to resort to this kind of situation."

Normani grinned as she watched her friend in the back of the studio.

"Yes, she's hard, a hothead. But over time we learn how to deal with it, you just have to understand her, and know how to win her back."

I took my eyes off the model and faced Normani again. What did she mean by that? Had Camila told her about us? About our past?

"I just want her to do the job she set out to do."

"You don't have to worry about that, I give you my word that she'll go through with this campaign to the end. I just don't guarantee that it will be easy, she likes to cause an impression on people."

"I think I've figured that out in these last few days. She used to be calmer."

"Perhaps she still is, to those who deserve it." She smiled and then walked into the studio, leaving me alone.

"Right, I think she knows." I said to myself.

I went back to my office where I remained focused on the paperwork I was supposed to analyze. Time seemed to fly, I was so submerged in work that I didn't even notice what time it was. Lunch time was almost over and I was still stuck there. I set the papers aside, gathering some objects from the desk before leaving my office. The halls were less busy since at this time only a few employees remained there. I walked in slow steps as I rummaged through my purse, until out of sheer carelessness I bumped into someone, causing some of that person's belongings to fall to the floor.

"What the hell!"

As I looked up, I came across her, Karla. As soon as she noticed my presence, her expression changed completely to an unpleasant one, not so different from mine. She put her hands on her waist and looked at me.

"Look where you're going."

"I can say the same to you." I retorted.

Camila rolled her eyes impatiently and huffed annoyed. She stared at me, and then looked down at the floor, where some of her belongings were lying.

"Aren't you going to get them?"

"You get them."

"You bumped into me!"

"You weren't holding them right!"

We stared at each other for a split second, and as I bent down to pick up the objects from the floor, the enraged Latina did the same.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Oh, God, you're crazy." I said and stood up, handing over her cell-phone.

The brunette grabbed her phone from my hand, putting it inside her purse. Before she could say anything else, I walked away, heading towards the elevator. I heard her hurried footsteps behind me, until she walked past me and into the metal box. A smirk was born on her lips, in pure debauchery.

"Girls, it's so good to find you!" Mrs. Owen exclaimed as she walked towards us.

I raised my hand to the elevator door, preventing them from closing. The woman entered the elevator, being followed by me right after.

"How was the photo shoot?" She asked excitedly. "Did you two do a good job?"

Camila and I exchanged an almost murderous look, which I immediately made a point of breaking.