Camilla's POV
Minutes passed as I watched the manager speak with the receptionist, and I could tell the exact moment reality hit him. His confident posture crumbled like a house of cards. His shoulders dropped, his head fell forward, and he pressed his fingers against his forehead in the universal gesture of someone who had just realized how badly they had screwed up.
I didn't need to hear the conversation to know what was happening. He had seen the payment confirmation. He was standing there, probably staring at the screen in disbelief, understanding not just how wrong he had been about me, but also figuring out how he was going to face me after treating me like garbage.
A satisfied smile pulled at the corner of my mouth as I folded my arms across my chest. Sometimes the best revenge was simply letting people dig their own graves.
