Camila paced the length of Travis's sleek, minimalist living room, her heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor. Each step was a punctuation mark to her growing agitation.

　　"Can you believe it?" she fumed, flinging her arms out wide as she turned on her heel to face Travis, who sat coolly on his charcoal-gray sofa. "My design, my concept, and that- that charlatan just claims it as her own!"

　　Travis leaned forward, clasping his hands together, blue eyes ...