Chapter 248: Piece By Piece
Cammy had arrived at the office just as the sun peeked over the city skyline, determined to clear the mountain of unfinished work before she left for Arlon. She dove into the tasks with such focused determination that time slipped through her fingers like sand in a storm.
Before she knew it, the clock was nearing noon, the buzz of the outside world breaking into her cocoon of concentration.
"Cammy," a voice called out sharply, snapping her from the glow of her computer screen.
She turned to find Harry standing by her desk, a furrow etched deep between his brows. "Where’s Greg?"
Startled, Cammy flicked her eyes to the time on her monitor and scrambled for her phone, her heart thudding uneasily in her chest. No messages. No missed calls at that hour.
Before she could respond, Mila, Greg’s secretary, answered with her usual crispness, "Mr. Cross will be late. He called in earlier and canceled all his morning appointments. He said he’ll be here by lunchtime."
Harry’s frown deepened, and Cammy didn’t miss the tension that flickered across his face. "Did he say why?" he pressed.
"He said... he’s sick," Mila said, her voice short and oddly clipped, like she didn’t quite believe it herself.
Harry gave a humorless laugh, the sound brittle. "Sick? Gregory Cross? That’s rich. I thought he was invincible. Guess he’s human after all." His words dripped with sarcasm as he turned away, vanishing down the corridor.
Cammy waited until Harry was safely out of earshot before leaning closer to Mila, her voice low and urgent. "Did he say what he was sick with?"
Mila hesitated, then shrugged lightly. "Headache, he said. But if you ask me..." She leaned in conspiratorially. "It’s a hangover. He had me order a truckload of hangover food and electrolytes—classic recovery menu. Had it all delivered to his penthouse."