A One Night Stand With My Boss

Chapter 5

“Come on, trust me! He’s tall and attractive, better looking than any movie star!” Dana scratched her head and chuckled, “Although Eve only seen him from a distance a few times”

Camila gave an awkward smile. “No, I was wondering about his work style. You know, no one, male or female, has lasted more than a week in that position. Is it because the expectations are so high, or is he just a bit eccentric?”

“What are you thinking about now?” Dana playfully tapped her on the head, laughing. “The standards are high, and decisiveness is a must. His abilities are well recognized. The company was established just five years ago and is already a top player in the industry.”

She spoke with admiration, propping up her chin and studying Camila’s face with a smile. As his personal assistant, you’ll have to handle a lot of his personal affairs, so his expectations might be even higher. You’re smart and clever, and with your angelic beauty and stunning figure, I think he’ll be quite considerate.”

Camila sighed. “I might also be sent back here soon. Luckily, Mr. Cash has promised to keep the assistant position open for me. Otherwise, I’d be out of a job.”

“Don’t worry so much. The big boss is really a good guy, Dana reassured her, patting her on the shoulder.

“I’m gonna set a small goal for myself, like staying for a month.” It was double her current salary, so Camila certainly wanted to achieve

Dana smiled and said, “You lack ambition. I’m off to a meeting.”

“Bye, thanks, Dana…”

headquarters building was located in a high-tech industrial area, home to hundreds of listed companies. All the well-known major firms were there, and the

and then the subway was the fastest route and would still take an hour and a half. Traffic jams could make it even longer,

her computer and left work. It was

An hour later…

doing back at this time?” Cole was surprised to see

and came to check on

apple and, smiling at Camila, said,

waved her hand. “Thank you. You keep it. I’m heading back to the store,

entrance of the fruit

just before lunchtime. Several tables were occupied. Claire was standing by a large pot,

of chicken ravioli,