A CRISIS OF IDENTITY

Camilla's POV

He almost choked on the very air he breathed. My satisfaction knew no bounds. I guess he could finally have a taste of his own medicine and be in my shoes. His face turned white with mixed emotions.

“What did you say?" He asked in a hoarse near-whisper when he finally found his voice.

I had a smug smile on my face. Who sis he thinks he was anyway? King of the universe?

“You heard me right; you better start speaking."

He edged closer to me, almost entering my room. I barred the way with one arm, and kept him at a reasonable distance away from me with the other.

“Who are you?" He asked with anxiety eating deep into his voice.

“Just Camilla George", I replied, feeling all the more powerful. “Not Ariana Bernado."

His apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. His eyes became vicious.

“I know you are Camilla, but who do you work for?"

I laughed a short laugh that was more of insulting.

“I work for you. I'm sure the Bernados have no idea of your family's dirty history and dubiously ac