Camila hung up the phone and took a deep breath to calm herself.

Knock, knock-

"Come in."

Camila walked to his desk and nodded slightly. "Mr. Connor, what can I do for you?"

Connor looked at her, his voice deep and magnetic. "Hold out your hand."

Camila paused, her eyebrows furrowing slightly in confusion.

After getting no response, Connor patiently repeated, "Extend your hand."

Reluctantly, Camila stretched out her hand, her slender arm drawing an arc in the air.

at her hand, his Adam's apple

Camila turned her palm upward. Her soft,

as they met hers. He slowly placed a necklace in her palm, "Your

with the warmth of her palm, sent a slight chill through her. She looked up into

Connor, I was just doing my job;

deserved," Connor

for a moment, then smiled politely. "Thank you,

Connor

with the clasp of the necklace, struggling to

moved closer, and Camila's heart raced, a part of her wanting to flee. Unfortunately, her fingers were clumsy, making it

offered, "Let me help." As he said this, he reached

close, unintentionally intimate. Camila was enveloped by his tall frame. His scent of faint tobacco was mixed with the

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