Camila's father paced the length of his opulent office, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floor with every harried step. A sheen of perspiration glistened on his furrowed brow as he clutched the phone to his ear, the grip on it tightening with each word that was reported back to him.

　　"Are you absolutely certain?" he demanded through gritted teeth, the words barely escaping his tightly clenched jaw. His usually commanding tone wavered, betraying a hint of ...