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.

hand, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, his

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

and intense as they met hers. He slowly placed a necklace in

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

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

deserved," Connor

a moment, then smiled politely. "Thank you,

Connor

fiddled with the clasp of the necklace,

her wanting to flee. Unfortunately, her fingers were clumsy, making

As he said this,

faint tobacco was mixed with the familiar smell of his cologne. Her heart pounded, her fingers trembling

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