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.

her hand, his Adam's

upward. Her soft, unprotected palm was now exposed

as they met hers. He slowly placed a necklace in her palm, "Your performance in the project was outstanding. This

coolness of the necklace, mingled with the warmth of her palm, sent a

show. "Mr. Connor, I was just

deserved," Connor

silent for a moment, then smiled politely. "Thank

on," Connor raised

with the clasp of the

part of her wanting to flee. Unfortunately, her fingers were clumsy, making it even

me help." As he said this, he reached out to loop

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

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