“That’s not really the point. I already told her I don’t need a bodyguard. And if you say, Cameron, you were attacked in our own parking garage, I swear to god, you’re fired.” “Cameron, you were attacked in our own parking garage.” I flicked my wrist, like I was shooing her out. “Pack your shit and go home.” “Fine, but if you don’t hire me back by morning, I’ll sell all your secrets to the competition.” “Traitor.” She shrugged. “You fired me.” “That’s true. I have only myself to blame.”
