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.

his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, his voice

palm upward. Her soft, unprotected palm was

placed a necklace in her palm, "Your performance in the

of the necklace, mingled with the warmth of her palm, sent a slight chill

keep her composure, not letting her emotions show. "Mr. Connor, I was just doing my job; no reward

deserved," Connor stated

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

Connor

the clasp of the necklace, struggling to fasten

Camila's heart raced, a part of her wanting to flee. Unfortunately, her fingers were

said this, he reached out to loop

close, unintentionally intimate. Camila was enveloped by his tall frame. His scent of faint tobacco was mixed with the familiar smell of his cologne. Her heart pounded, her fingers trembling nervously as she held the necklace. She panicked and instinctively

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