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Cammeh
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"I'm busy, and you have work to do," she answered shortly, carefully weighing ingredients. They could not afford to be off by more than a fraction of an ounce. The first batch was already mixing, and she was prepping the compound mixes for subsequent batches. His voice in her ears made her back go ram-rod straight as she forced back memories. If he knew what was best for him, he'd pretend it never happened as well. Finishing her weighing, she swept past him into her office, strapping the sheets down and closing up the bed back into the wall. That done, she opened the window and turned on the fan to vent the place.
Camilla checked the time. An hour to go. That would be sufficient time to air out the office. Downing the rest of her coffee, now her third, she threw herself back into work, not only continuing her mixing and weighing, but also writing up research notes and lists of tasks for her assistants. They would be too busy to ask her anything today.
Camilla checked the time. An hour to go. That would be sufficient time to air out the office. Downing the rest of her coffee, now her third, she threw herself back into work, not only continuing her mixing and weighing, but also writing up research notes and lists of tasks for her assistants. They would be too busy to ask her anything today.