CHAPTER 11 Power

　　Travis leaned against the cool marble countertop, his piercing blue eyes never leaving Camila as she laid out her proposal. The shock of it buzzed through him like electricity, igniting a flicker of respect for the audacity she possessed.

　　"Camila," he began, the corner of his mouth quirking up despite himself, "I must admit, I did not see that coming."

　　She stood across from him, her dark hair a stark contrast to the pale walls of the room, her posture straight as an arrow, defiance etched in the delicate arch of her brow. "Sometimes, Travis, the best moves are the ones you don't see coming." Her voice was steady, almost amused.

　　He folded his arms, the fabric of his suit stretching slightly over his broad shoulders. "And here I was thinking you were just cautious and thoughtful," he mused, watching her closely. "But you're full of surprises, aren't you?"