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

turned her palm upward. Her soft, unprotected palm was now exposed

up, his eyes dark and intense as they met hers. He slowly placed a necklace in her palm, "Your

the necklace, mingled with the warmth of her palm, sent a slight chill through her. She looked

tried to keep her composure, not letting her emotions show. "Mr. Connor, I was just doing my job; no reward is necessary," she said

well deserved,"

silent for a moment, then

on," Connor raised his

the clasp of the

raced, a part of her wanting to flee. Unfortunately, her

said this, he reached out to loop

with the familiar smell of his cologne. Her heart pounded, her fingers trembling nervously as she held the

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