CHAPTER 28 The Photos 

　　Camila swiped through the digital album with a flick of her slender fingers, each motion bringing up another photograph that echoed the last. She leaned back in her chair, her long, dark hair spilling over the backrest, and exhaled a drawn-out sigh.

　　"Talk about a one-trick pony," she muttered, her deep brown eyes skimming over the images displayed on her sleek laptop screen. The man in the photographs, undoubtedly handsome, sat entrenched in his plush executive chair, the lines of his tailored suit as rigid as his posture.

　　"Okay, Mr. CEO," Camila spoke to the screen as if the man could hear her, "you've got the power stance down pat, but can you do relaxed? Casual, maybe?" Her voice laced with sarcasm, she tapped her chin thoughtfully. "No, I suppose not. That would require moving an inch out of that fortress of a chair."