Norman's funny request

Camille's POV

"So that would mean you have the conference by nine and a meeting with that tech company by twelve -"

"It's your dad's company, Camille," Gav interrupted, an amused look on his face. "Why are you calling it a tech company?"

"Because it is?" I shrugged, waving my tablet in the air. I stood before him in his office, reading off his schedule. We had quite a busy day ahead of us, but it would seem Gav wasn't in the mood to work. "The more time you spend interrupting me, the more we lose. You have the conference in thirty minutes." 

Gav frowned. "Why are you so worked up?" He chuckled. "I'm not the key speaker, I'm only going there as a courtesy. If I get there a minute to the end of the program, you won't hear anyone complaining," 

I scoffed, shaking my head at him. "And my dad calls me arrogant?"

"I'm not arrogant, baby," he