The Miracle of You

“Good morning, Mr. Huckington,” Camille greeted politely, forcing a smile on her lips. She hoped that it didn’t look too strained.

“Good morning, Miss Parker,” Harold said. “A fine morning we’re having so far, isn’t it?”

“Ah, yes. Perhaps.”

“Hmm? What’s the matter? Are you having a bad day already?”

Camille was having a hard time keeping the smile on her face. “Not at all, Mr. Huckington. I just personally think that it’s too early to tell.”

She felt a little stumped. Whenever Harold visited the company, Christian was always here to handle him. She had never been left alone with Harold before, and she was starting to get a little nervous.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

‘No. I can do this without that bastard’s help,’ she thought in determination. ‘Let’s just not give him any ideas.’

“Well, as for me, I’m having a rather interesting day, Miss Parker,” Harold said with a grin. “Would you like to know why?”

Camille refused to fall for the bait. “Mr. Huckington, if you’re here for Mr. Callahan, he hasn’t arrived yet. You can sit there on the couch and wait for him if you’d like. I will contact him and tell him that you are here,” she said politely.

“He’s not here yet?” Harold’s eyes were wide, and his expression seemed puzzled. “Why didn’t you two arrive together? Aren’t you living in the same house?”

Camille instantly froze in place.

This… How did he…

The shock must’ve been evident in her expression, because Harold laughed. He seemed to enjoy the incredulous look on her face.

“You look confused,” he said, amused. “You really think that it’s impossible for me to find out? It’s not like it’s a closely-guarded secret, you know. And don’t tell me that Mr. Callahan didn’t intend for this reveal to happen eventually. I know that he brought you to that party on purpose.”

Camille breathed in slowly, trying to calm herself down. He had probably been prepared for this since the start. What a douchebag.

‘Should I just throw him over my shoulder and knock him unconscious?’ she thought. ‘No. No, no. I can’t do that to someone as influential as him. I’d be criticized, and Christian will not appreciate me ruining his reputation.’

“It took me a while to realize it, but I eventually recognized that it was you,” Harold went on, the look in his eyes almost manic. “How could I not? I see you here often, don’t I? How can I not recognize that body? That face? Those lips?”

He was moving close now. He was so near that she could practically feel his breath. Camille took a subtle step back, feeling repulsed.

‘You’re a fucking creep’ was what she desperately wanted to say out loud, but she held her tongue.

As though driven by her silence, Harold continued, “But how could someone like Christian Callahan choose someone like you, a mere secretary? From what I could gather, you don’t seem to have an impressive background.”

He watched her with those creepy eyes, and the intensity of his gaze made her very uncomfortable. She didn’t like the fact that he had apparently investigated her. It felt very icky.

‘When will Christian arrive?’ she wondered over and over. ‘I’m so tired of men like this.’

‘The only way to shut Harold Huckington up is for Christian to put him in his place. Not me.’

“So I’ve concluded that you must be great in bed. Am I right?” Harold grinned, looking so satisfied as if he had gotten the correct answer. “After all, he has to be using you for a reason. He dated several women and yet out of all those beautiful ones, he chose you. Isn’t that already telling?”

Disgusted, Camille spat out, “Mr. Huckington, my relationship with Mr. Callahan is none of your business. There is no official news yet, but one thing is for sure. I am his personal secretary, and we rely on each other for business purposes.”

“Hmm. A safe answer.” Harold laughed and suddenly grabbed her by the arm. “You little bitch. Why don’t you stop pretending to be all innocent now?” he hissed.

“Mr. Huckington, please don’t,” Camille said as she moved away from his touch. “If you cause a scene here, I will be forced to call security.”

“Security? Hah! I’m not doing anything wrong.” Harold looked more amused than ever. “Tell you what, Miss Parker. Let’s make a deal, shall we?”

Camille tried not to show the disgust in her expression. It was becoming hard to be civil.

He tried to touch her, he even called her a degrading name, and now he wanted to make some kind of agreement? This man was crazy.

“Being Christian Callahan’s personal secretary and fiancee, you must know a lot of things about him, don’t you?” he asked in a sleazy voice. “You might even have something on him. You don’t mind sharing that information with me, right?”

“What?” Camille was dumbfounded. “Mr. Huckington, if you don’t stop this inappropriate conversation right now, I will really have to ask you to leave. I will not tolerate any disrespect in the workplace.”

“Oh really? Are you gonna go to your precious Christian Callahan and cry to him about me?” Harold’s expression instantly changed. “Look here, you little slut. Come work for me at my company and do as I say, or else I’ll make your life miserable.”

Camille wanted to laugh. What did this man expect from her in the first place by threatening her? This was ridiculous.

She was aware that she shouldn’t underestimate him, but he did not hold a candle to how terrifying Christian was. As terrible as it sounded, she would rather be on Christian’s side than this disgusting man’s.

“You cannot threaten me like this, Mr. Huckington,” Camille said calmly. “Please leave.”

Her response seemed to anger Harold.

“Have you not been listening to me?” he hissed, grabbing her by the collar and pulling her close. She flinched at the proximity, but the man did not care about her discomfort at all. “You think that I don’t have the power to ruin you? You think that Christian Callahan will stay at the top for much longer? Oh, I have some news for you, girlie. I’ve got-”

“Let go of her this instant.”

It was as though the room’s temperature instantly dropped several degrees.

Camille and Harold turned to the source of the voice.

Christian Callahan stood there, his face a mask of calm fury.