C72 A Threat

“Good morning, Mr. Huckington,” Camille greeted politely, forcing a smile on her lips. She hoped that it didn’t look too strained.

“Good morning, Miss Parker,” Harold said. “A fine morning we’re having so far, isn’t it?”

“Ah, yes. Perhaps.”

“Hmm? What’s the matter? Are you having a bad day already?”

Camille was having a hard time keeping the smile on her face. “Not at all, Mr. Huckington