"Miss Camille Davidson, it's truly a surprise to run into you like this," I said, my heart racing as I recognized his deep, intriguing voice. I raised my head to meet his gaze, and the moment our eyes met, a chill coursed through me. He had changed dramatically since the last time we saw each other; an aura of strength and a hint of cruelty surrounded him. His once-clear blue eyes were almost darkened by anger. With a trembling hand, I held onto the serving tray, taking a step back, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise to my cheeks. The room was filled with intense curiosity, as if everyone sensed the history between Scott Martinez and me. A long time ago, he had been under my employ, but now the tables have turned, and I found myself working for him. I was acutely aware of his motives – he had come here with a purpose, and I knew exactly what that purpose was. This encounter held a bitter irony, for I was the one who had shattered his world eight years ago, the one responsible for his brother's death. The weight of that past was heavy on my conscience as I stood before him, knowing there would be no escape from the consequences this time around.
