Camila leaned forward, her dark hair falling like a shadow across the mahogany table that separated them. The ambient light of the restaurant caught in her eyes, turning them into pools of concern.

　　"Travis, talk to me," she said, her voice a blend of command and compassion. "What's really going on with the company?"

　　Travis hesitated, his fingers absently smoothing the edge of his napkin. He looked up, meeting her gaze with a steadiness that belied the tension in ...