Chapter 5 Hidden Offer

Camille was still sweating on her seat while savoring the torment of silence inside the office. She could barely breath because of the ambience inside. There's a tight atmosphere of worry circling around that made her zip her own mouth. She started fidgeting with her fingers and was oblivious to the fact that Xymon had noticed it.

And because of that little action, Xymon remembered the accident he had with Janela. His ex lover was fond on playing with the fingers and Xymon could see it on Camille already. He took a hidden deep breath as he looked down at Camille's resumé. The voice of Marco kept on repeating in his afterwards, telling him to hire his secretary to become a bed worker. He took a glimpse of Camille once again and saw that she's not one of her type. He twisted his lips side by side and tried to avoid the thoughts of Marco's words.

But to think that he was hurting when he noticed the fidgeting of the fingers that remind him of his ex-lover, perhaps he must think twice or more before concluding himself 'moved on'. Probably, Marco was right. It could be a good way to end his agony.

"Miss Laurier."

Camille blinked and gave him a fast glance. "Yes, sir?" The voice still has a little stammer but she ignored it. The more she'll think about it, the more she will tremble. She bit her lower lip to stop it from tremor and Xymon noticed that.

He frowned. Is she flirting with him? Xymon clenched his jaw and closed here paper as he shifted his sitting position to put his elbow on the table and clasped his hands altogether.

"I could see that you're qualified with the position, Mis Laurier," he uttered with honesty. "But let me ask you if you're having a financial crunch these days?"

Camille's mouth swung slightly open but before she could gather her thoughts, she nodded at him. "Apparently yes, Sir. . ." She eyed the gold-plated thing on his desk and saw his name on it. Xymon Veilmont. "Sir Veilmont," she added immediately and flashed another awkward smile.

"I see," Xymon uttered as he looked away with a deep vee on his brows and slow nod. "So you badly needed this work?"

"Yes."

"May I know why are you having a financial crunch if there's a reason behind it?" He tried himself to sound nonchalant on every word he said. "But if it's a personal matter, don't mind to answer."

"Truth be told, Mr. Veilmont," Camille started to explain. "My sister just called me this morning, approximately a twenty minutes ago, telling me that my son was vomiting hard. I just couldn't promise them that I could pay everything since I don't. . . I don't have a lover-a husband rather."

Xymon raised his brows. "What happened?"

"I just can't go and take care of him because I have an interview today," she managed to say. "But I don't have to worry because my mom and sister brought him to a hospital already."

"I see," Xymon replied. "I have an offer for you to know, Miss Laurier. ."

She frowned her frowned. "What is it?" she asked under her breath.

"I will just print it for a minute," Xymon informed her and opened his laptop. He was clicking something on it and a minute after, a paper in the printer that was placed on the corner started to move out from it. Xymon stood up and picked the sheet. With gentleness, he gave it to her. Camille looked at him first before giving the full attention to the paper. She didn't utter any words, she just stayed silent and read all the contents until her forehead formed a frown.

After reading, she slowly looked up at him. Xymon shrugged his shoulder up slightly. "Well?" he asked.

Camille slapped the paper on the table as she stood up on her feet. "I am not going to sign that! It's disrespecting me!"

Xymon was caught off guard with the sudden change of her attitude. He just stared at her as she started throwing hands on the air.

"What do you think of me?" she snapped. "For your information, I am not like that, Mr. Veilmont!"

"Calm down, Miss Camille." Xymon took his seat again, leaned on his chair, put a leg on top of the other and held his one knee with a clasped hand. "If you are thinking about the hospital bills you will have since your son was currently checking himself up, it's on me already. I included lifetime benefits already in the contract, haven't you read it?"

Camille was still in growing rage but the voice of Xymon made her shut up. She just stood there, making her hands into fists and gritting her teeth. She didn't know if this man is insane or what, but she felt so disrespected.

She couldn't blame him though. To the fact that she had mentioned one night stand in front of the other people on their first time of meeting up each other. She had embarrassed him in front of that little crowd and now, he just gave her the dose of her own medicine.

"I bet you didn't read it," Xymon muttered. "The benefits are all about your son's education, a property either a house or a lot. I'll also take the responsibility of some health-about bills and your family's travelling expenses. What else do you want?"

Camille took a step backward as if her knees were weaken slightly. "Why. . ." she murmured. "But why me?"

"Because you mentioned one night stand," Xymon uttered and shrugged. "And I thought you are capable of doing it."

Camille's jaw dropped instantly when she learned what he was thinking. She was kinda right but not that close. It's because she mentioned it, not because she made an embarrassment.

She took a minute to regain herself fully and stood up straight. She took a deep breath and was about to say something.

"You don't have to give me the answer right now, Miss Laurier," he said. "Think about this many times, you could say no but I hope you reconsider the benefits."

Camille cleared her throat and nodded. "Yes," she uttered. "I'll think about it." She looked up and met his eyes again. "Have a great day ahead, Mr. Veilmont."

Xymon just nodded as he blinked slowly at the same time. "Same to you, Miss Laurier."

Without looking back, Camille walked out from the room with urgency. She didn't know if she has the job already or not. She didn't mind it too much. What matter for her now was her only son, David.