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Damien 165.

I was deep in research when the devil I was coming after came into my office. I was reading about the obituaries of the employees of Renaissance before. I kept on working as she stood there with her hands on her hips.

"You are not using your office computer," Camilla said.

"How nice of you to notice," I replied as I continued reading.

"Every work related to Renaissance should be done using only company products, you have to type your work on your office computer, Mr. Moretti," She said professionally.

"I know the rules, Camilla but this is not company company work, this is personal," I told her.

She gave me a look that said she did not believe me but I did not care.

"Mind telling me about this personal work of your?" Camilla asked.

"The only thing that I can tell you is that it is personal. Is there anything else I can do for you, Camilla?" I retorted curtly.

"As a matter of fact, there is," Camilla said and took a seat. I groaned inwardly. "Senator Kelly is inviting you t