A One Night Stand With My Boss

Chapter 42

The company’s mid–year performance data had been analyzed and just needed a final touch on the slides before the task could be completed today.

Camila thought only the R&D department colleagues would be working overtime on the weekend, but upon arriving at the CEO’s office. she was surprised to find not only Alan but also Connor present.

Alan could barely recognize Camila as she looked completely different from her usual professional attire. Without makeup, her skin was glowing, giving off an air of innocence. Her simple T–shirt did not hide her attractive figure, which made her look even more youthful and vibrant.

“Camila, what brings you here?” Alan asked.

“I’m working on the slides. Are you guys also doing overtime?” Camila’s gaze fell on the brightly lit CEO’s office.

Alan sighed with a smile. “We don’t have weekends here, especially Mr. Connor, who often works late into the night even after getting home.”

Hearing this, Camila finally understood why a startup company could reach the top of the industry in just a few years, and also why he was not a morning person.

“Has Mr. Connor had breakfast yet?”

Alan shook his head.

He

usual morning grumpiness, David and I just can’t handle

experienced the so–called moming grumpiness they spoke of. “Maybe because I’m a female employee, Mr. Connor

is indeed a gentleman, but his morning mood doesn’t discriminate.” He

an overtime request, or you won’t get the

gesture. She was voluntarily doing overtime, but since the Alan mentioned it,

1. it.

noon, the conference room door opened, and Connor walked through the double glass doors, catching a glimpse of Camila at her desk from afar. He turned and asked in a low voice, ‘Did you ask her to work overtime?”

“No,” Alan replied.

knew the meeting was over and immediately stood up to greet her boss, “Mr. Connor” Confor nodded slightly as a greeting and passed by her to his office. Alan followed, placing the documents neatly on the desk.

today. Order a seat from the Silver Tower Restaurant, and invite

Mr. Connor’s gaze

a wave of relief wash over her as she hummed a tune,

Alan came out of the

performance report to your