Teni told herself it didn't mean anything.
That kiss? Just part of the job. A moment of weakness. Hormones. Confused brain chemicals.
She told herself a lot of things.
Until she saw Camille—again—hugging Dami outside the NovaTech office.
Teni wasn't spying. She just... happened to be in the lobby at the same time. With binoculars. And popcorn.
Camille smiled sweetly and brushed something off Dami's collar. Teni's jaw tightened.
"She's just checking his suit," she muttered. "Maybe it had pepper flakes. Or a bat."
Then Dami laughed at something Camille said.
Teni almost choked on her popcorn.
That was her job now.
Later that day, when Dami walked into the living room, he found Teni stabbing a pillow repeatedly.
"…Should I be worried?" he asked.
She smiled. "Not at all, darling. I'm just imagining it's someone's face. No one special. Just… French."
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