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.

Adam's apple bobbing slightly, his

her palm upward. Her soft, unprotected palm was now

slowly placed a necklace in her palm,

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

keep her composure, not letting her emotions show. "Mr. Connor, I was just

deserved,"

a moment, then smiled

it on," Connor

of

of her wanting to flee.

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

faint tobacco was mixed with the familiar smell of his cologne.

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