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 slightly,

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

as they met hers. He slowly placed a necklace in her palm,

at the sparkling necklace in her hand. The coolness of the necklace, mingled with the warmth of her palm, sent

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

well deserved," Connor stated

for a moment, then

it on," Connor raised his

fiddled with the clasp of

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

As he said this, he reached out to loop the

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 heart pounded, her fingers trembling nervously as she held the necklace. She panicked and instinctively stepped

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