NOTE: Evelin left a little message that I translated – "Well, in this fic Camila is married to Christopher Collins, so it's natural that both have demonstrations of affection. So, even if you don't like it, try to be patient with it lol. It's all part of the plot."
For a better reading listen to the song "Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys" when I tell you to on the chapter ;)

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Unknown Person's Point Of View

I stepped again on the car's gas pedal, which moved a few meters forward. The traffic in New York was as always a chaos. The line of cars in front of me took away all and any desire to cross the city to visit my favorite place. I turned the small stereo button linked to my car dashboard, listening to the music extend throughout the interior of the car. The noises of the cars and complaints outside were gradually ceasing with the driving of the vehicles. I put my forehead on the steering wheel when I noticed the red light turn on in the traffic light. The shrill sound of the horns around me made me realize that the signal was already green. I drove the car to the next corner, stopping in one of the best coffee shops in the neighborhood. Very close to where I used to always go. Collins Enterprises. I parked my car in the first spot, a Rav4 Toyota, right next to the entrance door. I looked around and grabbed the black backpack that was placed on the passenger seat. After turning on the car alarm, I walked in slow steps to the entrance of the coffee shop. Some people who walked through the entrance door flashed a gentle smile and then left. The place was sophisticated and cozy. It had retro décor, with furniture and objects that nowadays seemed to have no value, but there fit in well. I headed towards the last table, sitting on the chair that faced everyone who was there. I dropped the backpack next to me, when I could notice the presence of one of the waitresses very close.

-Can I get you anything?

A red-haired girl with freckles on her face asked. She had a notepad and small blue pen in hand. I brought my eyes to the menu, before choosing one of the first options.

-Give me a double espresso.

-Anything else?

-For the time being no, thank you.

The young woman finished writing down on her small notepad and then left. Then I grabbed my laptop, which was inside the backpack. I turned on the device that was ready within seconds.

-Let's see how things are going at Collins Enterprises.

I quickly typed the password for the computer to free the access. I clicked on the small shortcut of the program used by Christopher's company, opening a small window where it asked the login and employee password.

-Let's test this.

Before making any attempt to enter the digital system of Collins, I took care of activating the IP disguiser. With the latest information obtained by me, some kind of investigation was being made. And having my computer as a reference wasn't in my plans. Soon the program disguised the IP, thus giving me tranquility to continue. I went back to Collins' main window, typing the login and password used by me in the last times in which I made a little visit to the system. The first access was quickly denied. I tried again, and again the red letters reported "access denied".

-Dammit. – I exclaimed.

The third attempt would block the login, and instantly an alert message would be sent to the system's central. I took a deep breath when the redheaded waitress approached.

-Here's your coffee. – she said as she deposited the cup of coffee on the table.

I thanked with a brief smile and then the young woman left. I picked up the cup, lifting it to my lips. I inhaled the aroma that was spreading among the smoke that left the hot liquid, before taking a small sip. I placed the cup back on the wooden table, to then turn my attention back to the computer. I deleted the letters written in the login, to try with another. And again the access was denied. It seemed that Collins Enterprise's system was blocking any kind of fickle user.

-Fuck. If I can't get in one way, I'll get in another.

I opened the zipper of my backpack that was placed on the chair beside me, grabbing the mobile phone. I unlocked the lock screen heading directly to my contact list. Within instants I managed to find the number and the name of who I wanted. After three rings, the call was answered:

-Hello?

-You can speak. – the person's voice sounded on the other side of the line.

-I'm at "Dom Valentim" coffee shop, and I wanted to know if you are nearby. I'm in need of your services.

-I can't believe you are going to make me leave my house. – the person muttered angrily.

-Do you want money or not?

I heard a loud sigh over the phone and the noise as if the person was standing up or walking.

-I'll meet you in twenty minutes.

The twenty minutes seemed to drag before my eyes. Collins Enterprise's system gleamed on my laptop screen with a huge warning of access denied. Christopher seemed to be taking certain precautions recently. Damn him. He didn't want absolutely anyone having access to the financial information of his assets. But let's say that for me, such information was of total importance, and I wouldn't stay without them. I could very well have erred before, but now would be different. I brought the cup of coffee up to my lips, now drinking the remaining coffee that was left there.

-Do you want anything else?

The same redhead with delicate freckles on the face asked.

-You can bring me another coffee. I'm waiting for someone.

-The same as your first? Or do you want different?

-The same as my first.

She nodded and left. The young woman walked to the end of the dark wood counter before starting to prepare the espresso. The sound of the door opening caught my attention, making me notice that my solution had just arrived. With a frown on their face and messy hair.

-I'll charge you more for making me get out of bed on a Saturday. – the person murmured sleepily.

-You look terrible.

-I just woke up. I'm still hangover.

-Loser.

-Don't piss me off.

I rolled my eyes impatiently, and turned the computer to the person who sat in front of me.

-Check this out.

The person gave me a suspicious look, but then accommodated better on the chair, pulling the laptop closer. The red-haired girl approached, depositing the coffee on the table.

-Here's your coffee. – she spoke gently.

-What do you want to eat? – I asked.

-I want donuts and coffee. Double.

I gestured for her as a sign to bring what the other person had asked. Then she walked away as she wrote down on her notepad.

-So, what do you want here?

-I want you to get in Collins Enterprise's system, having all and any access to the information contained therein.

The person looked at me for a few instants, probably waiting for a change of mind.

-That is dangerous. – the person muttered concerned – You know that.

-I'm not asking if it is or not. I want you to do it.

-I don't know. I don't want to be arrested.

-I'll pay you for it. And very well.

-I don't know if I can have access to everything. Generally these systems have passwords for any field you want to access.

-It has. Everything in this program is minutely surveilled. But you already helped me once, it doesn't hurt to do it again now.

-You'll have to pay me a lot more now. The last time you were able to have access to get in. And this time you don't have absolutely anything.

I huffed and grabbed the backpack again, opening a small pocket on the left side, where I took a good amount of dollars. I threw them on the table, drawing the person's attention. The person's eyes stared at the greenish notes on the table attentively, before reaching out and grabbing the money.

-Do it now. – I ordered.

We stayed for about two hours in that place. The waitress who served us would throw us out at any moment. Despite the coffee shop being crowded, now a larger number of people were properly spread throughout the place, in entertaining and irrelevant conversations. Impatience was taking over me, the job to get access to something that I so much wanted seemed too hard. The idea of giving up already hovered my head for the last fifteen minutes without any kind of solution. Only errors and more errors.

-Honestly, if you can't handle it you better tell me once and for all. – I muttered.

From the upper part of the laptop's display, I could see the person's eyes move quickly. When finally, they squeezed due to the smile that settled on their face.

-I always handle it. – the person said while turning the computer in my direction.

Collins Enterprise's slogan showed up at the top of the screen, and right bellow, the fields of possible access. An involuntary smile grew on my lips, as if I was seeing a precious gem right in front of me.

-Now you have all access. But I must warn you that it's not for full time, if you close the program you'll lose access again.

I nodded, pulling the laptop closer to me.

Christopher, Christopher... Now let's see how our money is.

Lauren Jauregui's Point Of View

The liquid touched the tip of my tongue, making me appreciate it slowly. The Scotch Whiskey was acceptable for me that morning. After all, only drinking could I endure the nuisance of having to watch Camila amidst her work. The Latina supervised every little detail of the process of the arrangement of the art works that would be exhibited in her gallery tonight. Along with her best friend, Dinah Jane. The two circled around the extensive hall, now properly filled with wooden boxes, which contained the paintings of a contemporary artist of great importance. A good team of employees accommodated the art works in the places where both women ordered. According to them, everything needed to be of the public's taste, even the illumination would have to favor the art works.

-A little more to the left! Let's put another painting towards that column.

Camila was giving orders to two men who were now on top of an aluminum ladder right in front of her. One of the Latina's characteristics, perfectionist. She ordered everything firmly, being obeyed in a matter of seconds. I leaned against the counter, where a kind of bar would be assembled. Some employees were also already organizing everything, while I enjoyed my drink. From afar I received a quick glance and a brief smile from the brunette. I tilted the glass of Whiskey till I drank everything, taking my eyes off the Latina, who promptly went back to supervising. As soon as she took her eyes off me, I turned my attention back to her. Today, Karla Camila was all in white, she was wearing a long skirt with a huge slit in her right thigh. Giving a beautiful and sexy view of her thigh and leg. On her feet, nude high heels. On her upper half, she was wearing a cropped turtleneck, sleeveless. Her hair remained straight and long. I loved the way she moved them, throwing them from one side to the other, without worrying if they would get tousled, especially because even like that, they would still give a sexy air. The Latina could turn her features, ways, and everything in her into something sexy. She was seduction and power. 

-I think you need another glass of Whiskey.

I took my eyes off Camila and looked at the young man who was on the other side of the counter, holding the bottle of Whiskey in his hand. I gulped under his curious gaze, he surely had noticed how I was looking at Camila.

-I really do.

-I know. But look, it's impossible. – he said as he served me a dose of the drink.

A smile settled on my lips. He seemed to be just a poor boy, full of hormones, who admired his boss, in the most sexual way possible. The boy stared at Camila, and sighed. For him, I would even say that it could be impossible. As for me...

-I think you have to drink too. – I joked.

-No, God forbid! If she catches me drinking I'll get fired.

I let out a loud laugh, and stared at Camila who looked at us. The boy soon returned to organizing the beverage shelves. And I just raised my glass to the brunette, who shook her head, then having her attention drawn by Dinah, who showed her some paperwork. My phone that was on the counter, moved as soon as it began to ring. I grabbed the object and on the screen I could see Normani's name.

-Good Morning, Agent Kordei.

-Good Morning, Agent Jauregui. – her sweet voice sounded on the other side of the line.

-Did something happen?

-Yes, ma'am. I just received an alert from the FBI system. Collins Enterprise's program was breached.

My eyes widened, then I dropped the glass of Whiskey on the counter and walked to a more remote area, with very few people.

-Are you sure about that?

-Yes! They are in the system in this exact moment.

-Excellent! Make a full report! I want all possible information. Can you see the address now?

-Just a minute!

I could hear the soft sound of the computer keyboard.

-They are using a disguiser. This will take a few more minutes.

-Okay, I'll find a way to get out of here, while you see the location.

-Okay.

I crossed the hall, walking towards Camila and Dinah who removed the plastics from the top of a sculpture.

-Mrs. Collins.

Camila lifted her head and looked at me.

-Yes?

-I have an emergency to solve. I need to go to the police station, I believe you are going to stay here all day, right?

-Yes, don't worry. I'll only leave when everything is set.

-I'll be back to pick you up.

-No problem, Agent Jauregui. – she said with a smile.

I nodded and in quick steps left that place. My car was in the first spot of the parking lot. As soon as I got in it, I turned my attention back to the call with Normani.

-Normani?

-I'm here, Agent. Even with the change of IP I was able to see. They are in W 57th St, corner with Av. of the Americas. Number 182.

-I'm leaving the gallery now. Stay on the line with me.

-Agent, you know that you won't be able to arrest the person, right?

-I know that. She didn't actually make any transaction, right?

-Right. According to the information, the system was breached. Having a nonstandard access restricted by Collins. The user is totally unknown, the change of IP made the location appear in Miami. But with the program, I could indentify that it's being operated right here in New York.

-I want you to gather all the information. If possible even the model of the device used. Is there a way to know in whose name its registered to?

-Yes. Each device sold has a protocol. It'll take some time.

I sighed, stepping on the gas pedal of the car, which moved at an absurd speed, while overtaking several cars on the avenue. Stopping only at traffic lights, which made me huff.

-Dammit. – I heard her grumble, followed by silence.

-What happened?

-The user disappeared.

-Shit! – I banged my fist on the steering wheel – Are you sure?

-Yes, the system is stabilized now. The connection was closed. – Normani spoke as she typed something on the computer.

-Now what?

-I gathered important information. We'll get good leads with this.

-I want you to pass this information to Vero and Allyson, tell them to make a full scan of all the information. I want reports on my desk. I'll stop by this address, and then I'll meet them at the precinct.

-Don't worry, Agent Jauregui. I'll do that right away.

-Alright. Talk to you later.

I ended the call with Normani, cussing heaven and earth for the connection cut. It wouldn't be easy to find the person who had broken into the system. Much less fast, but it wouldn't be impossible. It was all a matter of patience and a lot of caution. I stepped on the gas pedal, making the engine roar loudly. The road was clear, the huge line of cars now had already dispersed. I drove into the street indicated by Normani, automatically slowing down. I let my eyes attentive to the numbers shown in each establishment.

179,180,181... 182.

-Shit.

"Dom Valentim". That was the name of the coffee shop. I parked my car in the second spot, right next to a Toyota Rav4. The place was located in the center, because of that, it was frequented by a good number of people. I headed to the entrance of the coffee shop. The environment was simple, however with a sophisticated décor. I sat next to the counter, having a good view of the entire place. It was crowded, a large number of people were distributed in tables with their phones and laptops.

-Much more difficult. – I whispered.

-Can I get you anything, ma'am?

A redhead waitress asked.

-A cappuccino, please.

-One moment. – she said before leaving.

I took a deep breath, feeling the air escape my lungs quickly. I looked from table to table, looking for at least a sign of what I was looking for. I didn't expect to find the hacker so easily, but having the hope to gather some material clue was still present in me. The redhead approached again, placing a small cup with cappuccino on the counter, giving me a brief smile before leaving. I took a small sip, and placed the cup again on the counter. My attention was attracted by the news that reported something related to the stock market, when I heard a soft and familiar voice. I turned towards the sound, and noticed that in one of the tables the shorthaired blonde.

Clarice.

She was alone, engrossed in her laptop and a small cup of something that I thought was cappuccino. I took another sip of mine, before placing the cup on the counter and approaching her. I motioned to the waitress informing her that I would be on the table at the back, and the redhead just nodded.

-Look who's here. – I said, quickly drawing Clarice's attention, who widened her eyes.

-Wow! What a surprise!

The blonde let out a nervous laugh as she lowered the screen of her laptop.

-Have a sit, Lauren!

I approached her, giving two kisses on each side of her face, to then accommodate myself on the chair that was facing hers.

-You know, I was thinking about calling you to grab some coffee with me today. I swear! – she said smiling.

-Really?

-Yes, I've been here for a while, and I thought about you.

-Well, here I am. – I said looking into the woman's eyes, who just smiled – You are so far away from your house, you really like this place, huh?

She sighed, bringing the cup of cappuccino up to her lips.

-I love it! It's close to Collins, so whenever I had some time, I always stopped by.

-Of course, I imagine you must find a good amount of people who work there, here.

-Absolutely. This is one of the favorite places, practically all the employees frequent this place. I stopped by the company to pick up some things that I had forgotten and stopped here.

I just nodded. Clarice was silent for a few seconds, and then spoke again.

-I took the opportunity to start sending my curriculum to other companies.

-That's the spirit. I believe you'll get another job pretty quickly.

-I will.

My head was buzzing. I didn't expect to find the blonde here, not today. I closed my eyes for brief seconds, trying to calm down the storm of ideas that surrounded my thoughts at that moment. When I felt a gentle touch on my arm. I opened my eyes staring at Clarice.

-Is everything alright with you?

-Kind of. A little headache.

-I have painkillers here. Do you want one?

-No, I'm already going. I have a thousand things to solve.

The woman looked uncomfortable, but just nodded.

-As you wish. It was nice to see you here, Lauren.

-For me it was even better, Clarice.

-We can schedule that coffee for another day, if you want of course.

I got up from the table, standing in front of her.

-Sure, I'll call you, okay?

-Deal.

I flashed a small smile and walked away, heading towards the counter again. I took some dollars from my pocket, putting them under the cup of cappuccino that I had ordered. I glanced one last time at Clarice, who was staring at me intently from the back of the establishment. She waved briefly, with a suppressed smile. I didn't expect to find her there, not that something incriminated her. But having her presence in a suspicious place was just another point, among thousands in this investigation. Before leaving the place I waved to her, flashing a forced smile.

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-Do you really have to go?

Vero asked as she opened the door of our apartment. I held firmly the countless folders that we had gotten from the precinct. The woman turned the key in the lock, and the door opened.

-Yes. Mr. Collins dismissed the other security guards.

-I can't believe we came to New York for you to play personal security.

I dropped the folders on the kitchen counter. While Vero opened the fridge, grabbing one of the bottles of orange juice.

-I thought exactly that when they made me the proposition. But anyways, I'm closer to what we are investigating. That helps a lot. – I leaned on the counter, grabbing the glass full of juice – Not to mention that it's my first case here. The beginning is always hard. – I said as I took a sip of the juice.

-Having a hot woman wanting to have sex with you every day is not so hard.

Vero stepped out from behind the kitchen counter, stopping by my side to grab the glass from my hand. I gave her a disapproving look, which caused a loud laugh in my best friend.

-Am I lying?

-No. My biggest danger is Camila Cabello.

-That's quite evident. You know that your involvement with her can put everything on the line, right?

-I know, Vero. And so far I'm controlling myself a lot.

-I want to know until when. I saw that woman, Lauren. – Vero spoke as she walked to her bedroom – She's the type who gets everything she wants. – she shouted from the other room.

And she was absolutely right. Karla Camila Cabello didn't seem like someone who gave up easily. Quite the opposite. She showed herself destined to go to the end of the game, surely to be the winner.

-And it's one of the things I most like about her.

Hours later, I parked my car again in front of the Cabello gallery. The building now had a crowded parking lot. Inside, the good illumination partially revealed the amount of people who were already there. I looked at myself for the last time in the rearview mirror, sliding the tip of my fingers around the outline of my lips. And then looking at my hair, which fell down my shoulders in soft waves. Today, the event would be different. It demanded an elegant and sophisticated attire. I opted for a red cocktail dress that reached a little above my knees. It was a bit tight, that is, it molded itself according to the curves of my body. It had short sleeves and a beautiful neckline. On my feet, black high heels.

-Okay, Lauren, let's go. – I grabbed the black hand bag, which was placed on the passenger seat. I checked for the last time the gun that was inside. I couldn't walk around unprepared.

I walked in slow steps to the entrance of the gallery. Where the security remained standing before the door, allowing the passage of all the guests. The place was crowded mainly with an upper-class audience. It was easily noticeable due to the people coming out of their luxury cars, accompanied by people as snobbish as the owners of the party. Upon entering the pleasant temperature environment, I noticed Dinah Jane's presence. The blonde was all dolled up, she was wearing a long and elegant dress. She was talking to a couple, and as soon as she saw me, she flashed me a smile.

-Lauren! – the woman called.

-Has Mrs. Collins already arrived?

-No. I just spoke to her, she's on her way. And wow, are you trying to kill someone?

I gave her a confused look, making the blonde smile.

-I meant that you look wonderful.

-Thank you! You look wonderful too.

-I want to see how Camila is dressed. She said she would make sure to be the main focus of the exhibition.

Very typical of her. Karla is like a Queen. She likes attention, luxury and power. I would be surprised if she didn't want to be the center of attention. After all, self-centeredness was one of her characteristics.

-I thought the artist would be the main star.

A properly uniformed waiter approached, offering two glasses of champagne. The blonde with a smile on her face grabbed the two glasses, handing one to me, and taking a sip of the other.

-And he is. But the owners of the event are as well.

-You and Camila.

-Exactly.

*(Play song)*

Dinah raised her glass, as if toasting that. I repeated her gesture, raising my glass, to then take a small sip.

-Speaking about her...

I exchanged a brief look with Dinah, who turned facing the main entrance of the gallery. The journalists and photographers, who until a few minutes ago were scattered around the room, now were focused on the central arch, where the guests walked by. The flashes of the cameras began in a light wave that bathed the Latina's body. Not that she needed, of course. Karla Camila Cabello was the sun. The star of greater power and light.

She wanted to kill me.

My eyes focused on the Latina who entered the hall in this exact instant. Karla, unlike earlier today, was all in black. Her dress was more like a blazer, long till her feet. Different from the conventional, it possessed a scandalous neckline that reached below her breasts. And as if it wasn't enough, the dress had a long opening in the front. Like a slit. Her long hair, was now straight. Giving a serious and sexy air to the Latina's delicate face. She was using a makeup that highlighted her eyes and mouth. Mouth that in that moment was covered by a red lipstick, giving a velvety appearance. I didn't have another word to define her.

Perfect.

Magnificently perfect.

I brought the glass of champagne up to my lips, and only now noticing Christopher's presence, who was next to his wife like a good husband. He was wearing a white suit with some black details. His hair was very well combed, and his beard unshaven. Both greeted everyone in a polite way, while the media did their job of photographing the perfect couple. Dinah then approached them, and the three were positioned along the owner of the art works for the photos. I walked among the people, without taking my eyes off Camila. After all, she was my "job", right?

-Thank you. – she said to the man, who I thought to be the owner of the art works.

-I'm the one who's grateful for letting me put my work on display in your gallery.

Camila smiled, shaking the man's hand gently. The photographers gave the last clicks, before the calmness returned. As soon as they scattered around the place again, I noticed the Latina running her eyes around the hall, until landing on me. A cynical smile grew on her lips. I drank the rest of the alcohol contained in my glass of fine crystal, while the brunette talked to some people. I walked a little looking at the paintings. Stopping in front  of one in particular. In it there the presence of two women, both naked. One of them wrapped the other's body with her arms, putting her face on the other's shoulder. As if whispering an intimate secret.

-An interesting painting, don't you think?

Camila's voice caused a shiver that ran through my spine up to my neck. I closed my eyes for brief seconds, before turning to face her. She was pretty close, since she had just whispered in my ear.

-I thought you weren't coming, Agent Jauregui.

In faltering seconds, my eyes ran down the flashy cleavage that she showed. She wasn't wearing a bra, her median breasts were properly free under the black fabric of the dress. I swallowed hard. When the waiter approached again. Camila grabbed the glass from my hand, putting it on the tray, to then hand me a full glass and grabbing one to herself as well.

-I don't usually miss my work commitments, Mrs. Collins. – I took a step back.

She smiled and brought the glass up to her red as blood lips, savoring the first sip of the drink.

-Of course not. You are too competent for that.

-Thank you.

-Did you like my event, Lauren?

Her voice tone showed certain ambiguity in the words. She knew very well how to play. I took a deep breath as I sipped a little more of the champagne.

-Yes, it's wonderful. I must say I'm impressed.

I felt my body naked before Camila's brown eyes. To me, she didn't care to disguise the way she looked at me. We both knew who was who there.

-Me too. – she stepped forward, closing the space between us – If I may say so, you look delicious in that red dress.

-What?

Our eyes connected quickly, when I noticed the Latina's red lips expand into a cynical smile.

-Girls. – Christopher's deep voice made itself present.

-Hi, love.

Camila looked at him with a serene expression. The man rested his hand on his wife's waist in a natural act.

-Mr. Collins. – that was all I said.

-I was here talking to Lauren about the event.

-You'll have to attend many now that you are my wife's private security. I confess that I have no patience, but I do it for her.

-I imagine so, Mr. Collins.

Collins smiled, drawing Camila's gaze, making her smile too. I drank the rest of the champagne at once. I would have to start controlling the alcohol, if I didn't want to get drunk before the event ended. A very well dressed man approached, starting a brief conversation with Christopher. Karla looked at me, and I just shook my head. When her husband turned his attention to us.

-We should have brought the security team. – Collins spoke in a serious tone.

-I dismissed all the other security guards. I just want Lauren tonight.

My eyes fixed on hers.

-Camila thinks it would look bad for the event to have so many security guards present. – he commented somewhat moody.

-And it really would. Why so many? We have the ones from the gallery, and Lauren.

-I hope you can handle it, Agent Jauregui. – the man spoke with his eyes fixed on me.

-With that you don't have to worry. I can handle things very well.

Camila cleared her throat, and then took a sip of her drink.

-Very well.

The event went by tranquilly, I kept attentive to every kind of movement. Dinah wasn't wrong in saying that Camila would be the center of the event. Although the painter was someone of such importance, the cameras were in love with the gallery owner. Karla with her imposing air attracted the lenses of the cameras to herself, and she seemed to love all that. Between smiles and glances, she went from person to person. All under my supervision. The hours went by, and Christopher seemed bothered for still being there. Now he no longer had the same smile of when he arrived, maybe the tiredness or some problem plagued him.

-Honey, can't we go home now? A lot of people already left, and it's pretty late.

Camila exchanged a look with Dinah, and looked at her husband.

-Chris, there are still a lot of people.

-I know, but I had an exhausting day. I want to go home.

-Stay a little longer, Christopher. – Dinah spoke calmly.

-I wouldn't mind staying, but I really need to go. I have a commitment tomorrow morning.

Camila took a deep breath and looked at me for a few seconds. I frowned not understanding, but she didn't say anything. Just smiled.

-Alright, sweetheart. We'll stay for 10 minutes. I'll say goodbye to some people and then we can leave.

-Okay, I'll wait for you.

-Wait for me here, I'm going to the office and I'll be right back.

My eyes followed the Latina who headed towards the staircase. We kept a random conversation while Camila didn't return. Dinah talked more with me than with her friend's husband. He seemed impatient and stressed.

-Here she comes. – Dinah spoke as we saw Camila approach.

-I already said goodbye to some people, shall we go?

-Finally. – he grumbled.

-You'll stay, Dinah? – Camila asked, ignoring Christopher.

-Yes, Mila. I'll stay until the end, don't worry.

The two exchanged a hug quickly, and then Dinah walked away. The blonde waved to me, and so I reciprocated with a smile. Christopher held Camila's waist, who walked towards the exit. Before we were completely out of the gallery, the brunette asked for a glass of champagne to the nearest waiter.

-Last of the night. – she smiled and raised the glass.

-Agent Jauregui, if you want to go, you are dismissed. – Christopher said as soon as we left the gallery.

-No, that's not happening. – the brunette protested, stopping in the middle of the way.

Collins and I looked at the woman who just wet her lips with the champagne.

-It's late, and I don't want to go home without security. Not to mention that Lauren may very well sleep in our house today.

-I can drive you home, and go back to mine.

-I don't see the need in that. – Christopher said – We can go without her.

-Well, I do. Lauren will take us home safely. And goes back home tomorrow.

Camila's husband huffed and nodded.

-As you wish, Camila, I'm too exhausted to go against your wishes.

-Perfect.

-I hope you don't mind, Agent. – the man spoke politely.

I shook my head, not believing what was happening.

-I don't mind, don't worry, Mr. Collins. – I lied.

We walked down the street, heading towards the black Rolls Royce Phantom that was waiting for us. At every step towards that car, my heart pounded. Karla doesn't miss a trick, behind her simple idea there was something. Of that I was sure. A young man approached, greeting Mr. Collins who kindly listened to what he wanted.

-You can get in, ladies. – the chauffeur said.

The Latina quickly got into the car, and I followed her. Upon sitting on the back seat of the car, the brunette placed the small crystal glass on the support that was there. I looked out the window, having the sight of Collins in a pleasant conversation with the boy, but then, a low hiss beside me caught my attention. Camila whirled the small glass clockwise, making me realize that she had put something in the drink.

-What did you do? – I whispered.

She grinned.

-Me? Nothing. I'm just making sure that he won't wake up tonight.

Before I could protest or stop her, Christopher joined us.

-These kids always want a job. – he commented as he accommodated himself next to his wife.

-You are an important man, sweetheart. Everyone wants to be near you. – she said, kissing his face – Here, finish this champagne for me. I don't want to drink it anymore.

I widened my eyes, and when I thought about speaking, Camila rested her hand on my thigh, squeezing lightly. The partial illumination inside the car eliminated any possibility of Christopher seeing the act. Camila's husband slowly brought the glass up to his lips, ingesting the liquid therein to the end. She looked at him, and then at me, with that devilish smile on her lips.

-This will be interesting. – she whispered, looking only at me.

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NOTE: When Evelin updates the next chapter, I'll translate it and post it :)