Camilla
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"Are you threatening me?!" She snapped back furiously.
"I don't know who you think you're dealing with, but try uploading anything and see what happens. I'll call the cops so fast, they'll arrest your pathetic ass!"
She slammed her fist on the door, rattling it in its frame.
"You have exactly one minute to delete every single photo off your phone, wipe the camera roll clean, and open this goddamn door before things escalate further. I'm not playing games, Ronan."
Upon hearing that, I quickly opened my phone and wiped it clear just like she said, which I gulped and finally pulled the desk away from the door, and then opened the door slowly, "T-there.. I deleted it.." I stood there behind the half-opened door, which my face was extremely red, and my hand was holding the phone for her to see, "W-well.. now leave me alone, okay?"
I glared at him through narrowed eyes as I took a step closer, hands still clenched into fists.
'You're going to wish you had never crossed me, Ronan.'
Her voice dripped with venom, and her gaze seemed to bore right through him, sending shivers down his spine.
'I'm going to make sure you regret the day you decided to disrespect me like this.'
With that, Camilla turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving Ronan feeling shaken and chastened.''