Camila swiped through the digital album with a flick of her slender fingers, each motion bringing up another photograph that echoed the last. She leaned back in her chair, her long, dark hair spilling over the backrest, and exhaled a drawn-out sigh.

　　"Talk about a one-trick pony," she muttered, her deep brown eyes skimming over the images displayed on her sleek laptop screen. The man in the photographs, undoubtedly handsome, sat entrenched in his plush executive chair, the ...