Connor's eyes were dark, his gaze lingering on the cigarette in his hand.

Alan watched him, silent.

Connor took a lighter, lit the cigarette, and took a drag.

"Avoid this kind of situation in the future. I don't want similar issues affecting the normal operations of the company," he said, his voice slightly hoarse. "Understood," Alan nodded.

Despite the trending topic being pulled from the charts, the buzz about Haylie and Conner continued to ferment on social media.

Haylie still hadn't received a follow-back from Connor.

As closing time neared, Connor emerged from the conference room, looking exhausted.

Camila, sitting at her desk, felt his gaze.

She looked up, meeting his eyes.

Those eyes seemed to harbor a touch of melancholy.

a table at the Royal Bistro for 6:30. I'll be dining with Parker and the others," Connor's voice was low and slightly raspy. Camila nodded,

pocket, then turned back

Camila was stunned.

who entertained clients like Parker from the

for a

to the

Camila

towards the conference room,

also there. A simple instruction would have sufficed. Why did he

later, the conference

headed toward the elevator, Alan

them, entering the

the button

at her but said

arrived at

and Alan were

out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to Connor. "Mr. Connor, care

eyes glancing at Camila, who was

his hand gently covered Parker's pack, "Let's not smoke during

then chuckled awkwardly, "Right, we're

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