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 voice a

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

He slowly placed a necklace in her palm, "Your performance in the project was outstanding. This is

sparkling necklace in her hand. The coolness of the necklace, mingled with the warmth of her palm, sent a slight chill through her. She looked up into Connor's

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

deserved," Connor

for a moment, then

on," Connor raised

with the clasp of the necklace, struggling

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

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

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

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