Meeting his son

Camille's POV 

"Hello, is my father in?" 

I looked up to see a young man standing before the desk. His gray eyes watched me warily, slowly scrutinizing my face. He looked somewhat familiar, yet I was sure I had never seen him before. I hadn't realized how long I sat there staring at him until he cleared his throat awkwardly. 

"Oh, excuse me," I replied, rising on my feet. I blushed when his eyes fell on my heaving chest. I had worn a very low-cut top, and so my boobs strained against the fabric. "How can I help you?" 

He gaped at me for a minute before blinking and clearing his throat several times. "I... I'm here to see my father. Mr Donovan." 

My eyes widened when I finally processed what he had just said.  

Was he Nolan Donovan? Gav's son? 

Holy smokes! 

"N