Chapter 16

Drew

Octavia circled the oval desk in the conference room and sighed, running her hands down her off-the-shoulder lilac dress. “She’s lying.”

We had just concluded our meeting with Camille and were discussing it in more detail, now that she was gone.

“She seemed sincere to me,” I said, shutting my Apple MacBook and pushing it aside. “Why would she lie? We’re on her side, remember?” My left eyebrow rose and I took a sip of my coffee.

“Something feels off.” She lifted the hair off her neck and frowned as she paused at the window to watch the morning rain. Her instincts were usually correct and it wouldn’t be wise to ignore her suspicions. “Camille isn’t telling us the full story. I feel like she’s just telling us her version of events. Which isn’t necessarily the true version.”

“You think she’s telling us a half-truth?” I questioned, folding my hands under my chin and scrunching my eyebrows. “I still don’t understand her motive.”