Naughty Camille

Camille's POV

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" 

Gavriel Donovan was a hard man, to please. It had been a month since I began working for him, and I couldn't count the number of times he had yelled at me.

Nothing I did seemed good enough for him.  

Currently, he sat behind his desk, glaring at the tablet before him as if it were a piece of disgusting metal. His eyes moved from the device to me, and I pressed my lips together, wondering what I had done wrong this time.  

"Camille," he said in a deadly cool tone.

"Yes, Mr Donovan?" I said in a false cheery voice. 

"What is this?" He gestured at the PowerPoint presentation playing on the tablet. 

"Your presentation, sir," 

"Why," he gritted. "Does it have pink doodles all over it?!" 

I blinked