CHAPTER 21 The Post

　　Camila's phone buzzed lightly against the coffee table, a gentle interruption to the silence of her sleek, minimally decorated living room. The screen lit up with Travis Turner's name, and she reached over with an elegant hand, picking up the device with a casual grace. Her thumb swiped across the glass with practised ease, unlocking the message that awaited her attention.

　　"Hey Camila," Travis's text bubble popped onto the screen. "Have you heard about Blake's debacle? What's your take on it?"

　　She let out a soft sigh, barely audible in the spacious room. Blake Ward, always one to find himself at the center of some trivial high-society scandal, rarely piqued her interest. Yet Travis, ever the mediator, seemed to want her input.

　　"Travis," she typed back, her fingers moving swiftly, yet her words devoid of any real investment, "I believe people often land in situations they are well-equipped to handle. I'm confident Blake will manage."