Kamila's POV:

The Bastard

I clench my fists in anger as I stare at his back while he departs with one of his henchmen at his side. I seem to remember his name - Fabio, wasn't it? Peter's next in command. Well, I don't care. I don't care about him doing anything.

All I care about now is the fact that there is some bitch somewhere halfway across the world who is trying to steal my position. I clench my fists harder, my nails digging into my skin, turning my knuckles white. I'm shaking with ...