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.

stared at her hand, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly,

palm upward. Her soft, unprotected palm was now exposed

a necklace in her palm,

her hand. The coolness of the necklace, mingled with the warmth of her

show. "Mr. Connor, I was just doing

well deserved," Connor

moment, then

on," Connor

with the clasp of the necklace, struggling

wanting to flee. Unfortunately, her

he said this, he reached out to

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

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