Camilla's POV
Does this man seriously think I wandered in here like some social media influencer hunting for the perfect backdrop? The assumption alone made my blood simmer. I wasn't some college kid with a smartphone looking to pose next to expensive machinery I couldn't afford.
The audacity was breathtaking.
"Listen carefully," I said, my voice cutting through the showroom's polished silence. "You've completely misunderstood why we're here. We didn't come to take pictures with your inventory. We came to purchase that specific vehicle. But instead of doing your job, you're making assumptions based on absolutely nothing."
I moved closer, my heels creating a sharp rhythm against the marble floor. The sound seemed to bounce off the glass walls surrounding us, amplifying the tension that had settled between us like a thick cloud.
