Chapter 7

Camilla got home before Larissa and sighed tiredly, dropping her handbag on the chair.

"Mummy," Camilla screamed but no one was answering.

"Mrs Tyler," She screamed again, yet no answer came.

"Evelyn!" She called again, but this time she answered her.

Mrs Tyler came out of her room, looking so pale and feeble.

"The door was open when I got back, Why?" Camilla asked, not noticing her mum's weakness

The doorbell rang almost immediately and Camilla stood to open the door when Larissa came in, looking tired as ever.

She was with a lot of Shopping bags...

"Who's this for?" Camilla asked, pointing at the bags.

"For us?" She winked and entered the room, dropping it all on the table.

"What!?" Mrs Tyler and Camilla exclaimed.

"It's so huge!" Camilla screamed.

When she opened it, her eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

The things in there were so expensive that she couldn't help but wonder how much she spent on them.

She knew that sure things might not be expensive for a CEO but she still felt awkward about accepting sure gifts.

Camilla discarded her thoughts as she remembered that they have always been family, so it shouldn't matter and smiled before picking up a burger, she tried putting it into her mouth when she saw her bandaged finger, she looked at her mom who was still looking at her but thankfully she hasn't noticed.

She instantly went into her room before her mom could register what was happening.

Camilla has been careful so no one would notice the injury on her finger.

She was successful in doing that and she breathed in relief when she left the house for work.

*****

After weeks of working with Camilla, Damien was sitting in his office, lost in his world.

He was thinking of what to do to Camilla, how to frustrate her. According to him, it seems everything he's done recently didn't work at all.

Almost immediately, An idea struck in his head and he smiled triumphantly.

'Seeing your sweat makes me happy, though this is very petite.'

He thought to himself.

Almost immediately he rang the bell on her desk indicating that her presence was needed at that moment.

She rushed into his office panting heavily because of the race she ran on her way there.

Her legs had returned to normal earlier so that's why she's been able to run around.

"Sir, you sent for me," She bent down, still trying to catch her breath.

"Yes," He simply said and looked up from his computer to face her.

"You see that carton over there," He pointed to a huge carton that was filled with files sitting in a corner of his office.

She nodded, unsure of what he had in mind.

"I want you to carry it to the storeroom downstairs," He said and she gasped loudly.

"Is anything the matter?" He glared at her.

"No sir," She shook her head, feigning a smile.

"How does he expect me to carry this? it's huge, do I look like superman or wonder woman?" She groaned inwardly, heading towards the huge carton.

"What are you still waiting for?" He inquired.

'How in the world do you expect me to carry this all by myself?' She felt like screaming into his ears but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"I'll carry it now," She faked a smile.

She bent and tried to carry it, but it was really heavy for her. She also tried pushing it but it wasn't even moving.

Damien glared at her mockingly. He thought mockingly.

'I'm really gonna have fun,'

An idea popped into her head and she smiled.

She was gonna do it although it was going to be stressful instead of acting like a frail girl.

She divided the files into four equal parts while Damien stared at her, wanting to know what she was up to.

She took a part and exited the office and returned empty-handed.

Damien's mouth dropped open immediately after he understood what was going on.

She took another part and glanced at him before walking out.

'Even if you manage to pass this one, The next one won't be so easy,' He thought.

When Camilla was done carrying the remaining two parts.

Damien called her back again saying he couldn't find a particular file.

"What's the name of the file," Camilla dried her sweat with a napkin as she continued looking for it.

"Mrs Portabella file," He simply said and she gasped.

"You mean potbelly?" She bit back her laughter and Damien glared at her, trying hard to control himself from laughing out.

"Oh no," She muttered remembering something.

"What happened?" He pretended not to know what she meant.

"It's downstairs, in the carton. I kept it at the bottom" She groaned as she went in search of the file.

Immediately she left, he smiled weirdly remembering how she called the name Portabella potbelly.

"Such a crazy girl" He muttered.

He smiled to himself.

"What's wrong with me? She hasn't suffered enough and I will see to it that she suffers so much to the extent she cries badly for slapping me." He laughed wickedly.

*****

Dylan is currently at home with Damien's dad but he's watching a movie while Damien was just staring into space.

"Uncle, see this," He pointed at the television show, laughing loudly.

When he heard no response, he turned back and was shocked when he met his uncle that way.

He was completely lost.

"Uncle!!" He tapped him repeatedly and he jolted back to reality.

He sighed and cupped his dad's cheek.

"What happened?" He asked softly.

"Nothing," Damien's dad feigned a smile.

"Don't lie to me," He said on a serious note.

His uncle sighed and smiled sadly.

"I miss Damien, I don't understand why he changed towards me after his mum's death," His father confessed.

Dylan sighs too.

"I also don't understand, sometimes I'd ask him and he'll tell me that I shouldn't talk about it," Dylan explained.

"He'd get angry anytime I bring up this topic," He mumbled.

"But don't worry, I won't relent," He gave a reassuring smile.

"I will find out what went wrong," He said and patted his chest.

"Trust me," He winked.

"Will you?" His Damien's dad inquired, his face brightening up.

"Sure, trust me," Dylan asserted.

Mr Williams smiled happily and hugged him tightly, almost suffocating him.