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 apple bobbing

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

they met hers. He slowly placed a necklace in her palm, "Your performance in

sparkling necklace in her hand. The coolness of the necklace, mingled with the warmth of her palm, sent a slight chill through her.

emotions show. "Mr. Connor,

deserved," Connor stated

for a moment, then smiled

on," Connor raised his

with the clasp of the necklace, struggling to fasten

moved closer, and Camila's heart raced, a part of her wanting to flee.

offered, "Let me help." As he said this, he reached out

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

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