The Miracle of You

The morning after, Camille woke up feeling like she just had a nightmare.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

‘If you could call Christian Callahan a living nightmare, that is,’ she thought venomously.

‘That snake is planning something. I just know it!’

The rest of the day went on as usual. She went to the company, did her secretarial work, ignored Christian’s unnecessarily flirtatious and obnoxious remarks, and left work in the late afternoon.

‘Good thing that he has an important meeting later,’ Camille thought gleefully as she started packing her things. ‘I hope it finishes at midnight so that when he comes home, I’ll already be fast asleep.”

The only reason they were able to live together all this time was because of their busy schedules. Sometimes Camille had to work overtime while Christian left early. Sometimes Christian had late-night meetings and extended business trips, leaving Camille alone in the apartment.

It was the perfect arrangement for her because she could not bear to see Christian’s infuriating mug every single day.

‘I dread to think about what he might do about his schedule once we get married,’ she thought with a shiver.

Just as she finished and was about to leave, she suddenly received a message from her phone.

Checking the text, she took a deep breath and nodded to herself. Good. It was time.

Two minutes later, she got another text message.

But from the one person she wasn’t expecting.

‘Has he always been this talkative?’ Camille wondered as she read the text from Michael.

‘Are you free right now?’ he messaged.

She was about to say yes automatically when she suddenly remembered her plans.

Right. She had to be cold to him. She had to make him stay away from her.

Even if it would destroy their friendship forever…

Camille felt her heart break a little, but this was all she could do to protect him from Christian.

‘No,’ she replied.

His reply came a minute later, as if he had already expected this kind of response from her.

And it was quite unexpected.

‘Too late. I’m already waiting at the small flower shop a block away from the Callahan Group building,’ Michael’s text read. ‘Sneak over here and be sure to disguise yourself.’

“What?!” Camille exclaimed loudly, her expression filled with disbelief. What the hell kind of spontaneous-

Ah, crap.

Her eyes darted around quickly, and then she breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that she was all alone in the hallway. Thank goodness, or else the employees here would think she was some kind of nutcase.

This man! Camille wanted to tear her hair out. What was he thinking?

And why did his schedule seem so clear? Didn’t he have a lot of work to do every day as the CEO of Haynes-McGregor Industries?

And what did he mean by ‘disguise yourself’?!

‘But I don’t have a disguise!’ Camille wailed to herself.

‘What are you on about? I can’t just do that,’ she hurriedly texted him.

‘Of course you can. You’re resourceful.’

She couldn’t believe what she was reading.

‘What are you planning?’ she demanded.

‘I just want you to meet up with me today. I’m already prepared.’

‘But I’m the one who’s not prepared!’

‘I’ll wait for you today even if it takes me until midnight.’

Camille stifled a groan and stalked back to her desk. She bent down and searched the drawers before finally finding what she was looking for.

It was a coat she had kept for the rainy days. She liked it because it covered her from head to toe. It was long, like a trench coat, and it was a dark color so she could blend in with the crowd. It even had a hood, which was perfect for protection.

But she wouldn’t use the hood today, especially in this sunny weather, or she might get some strange looks from the people.

She pulled out a casual hat, a pair of sunglasses, and a mask to complete the disguise.

She probably looked really suspicious right now.

‘I can’t believe he’s making me do this,’ she thought to herself as she hurried down to the lobby while holding the coat in her hands.

It would be a little difficult to avoid the man Christian had assigned to keep an eye on her from time to time, but she already knew his routine, so she just had to be careful to pass through his blind spots.

She spotted him the moment she stepped out of the elevator doors. He was a man with no distinguishing features, but he always wore a blue suit, leather shoes, and glasses, so it was easy for her to spot him from a distance.

When he wasn’t looking in her direction, she quickly walked to the nearby restroom and changed into her disguise.

It was a little strange for a woman like her to go outside in a coat, hat, and sunglasses, especially leaving the company building, but nothing so odd that people would keep their eyes glued to her.

‘He owes me for this,’ she thought, gritting her teeth as she took out her phone and sent a few texts.

It had been a while since she last went out and walked the streets. Whenever she finished work, she went straight home. That was because she was paranoid about being followed. She didn’t want to give Christian any ammunition to blackmail her with.

It wasn’t like she had a family anymore, although she was in touch with her brothers. She didn’t have any friends either. She wasn’t the shopping type, and she preferred cooking at home to eating out.

‘Figures that Michael would be the one to force me to go out,’ she thought dryly.

As she approached the flower shop Michael had mentioned, she passed a tall man.

She slowed her pace and raised her arms.

As they passed, she felt something slip into her pocket.

She ignored it for a moment before approaching the flower shop and entering the building.