CHAPTER 52 I Want Her

　　Blake swiped his fingers over the cool, glass surface of his smartphone, dismissing emails and messages with practiced indifference. His time was consumed by the relentless demands of business negotiations and financial meetings that seemed to blur together into one monotonous rhythm. Blake hadn't spared a moment for personal connections- not since the last terse exchange with Camila.

　　"Focus, Ward," he muttered to himself, adjusting the cuffs of his designer shirt as he leaned back in his high-backed leather chair. As he prepared to delve into another spreadsheet, a push notification from a news app flickered across his screen. Something about it compelled him to pause, and with a tap, the world of numbers and contracts faded away.

　　"Local Entrepreneur, Camila Martinez, Claims Victory at Design Competition," the headline read.

　　"Camila?" The name felt strange on his lips, familiar yet distant.