201: See It Through

Camilla I pulled up to the company building; the early morning sun cast a glare off the glass façade, making me squint against its blinding light. I was already running on the edge, my mind reeling from the news we'd received: the attacker we’d caught had supposedly confessed that Selena was the one who sent them. My hands clenched around the steering wheel as I parked, frustration bubbling up. I needed answers, and I needed them now. I spotted Selena standing outside, casually leaning against the brick wall, a cigarette hanging between her fingers. Her nonchalance hit me like a slap in the face. I took a deep breath, trying to control my temper as I marched over to her. “Selena!” I barked, my voice sharp and full of anger. “I need to talk to you.” She turned slowly, her smirk growing as she took in my fuming expression. “Camilla, how nice to see you,” she said, her tone almost mocking. What’s up?” “Don’t play games with me,” I snapped. “The attacker we caught confessed that you s