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.

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

hand in his pocket, then

Camila was stunned.

who entertained clients like

a few seconds,

returned to the

the restaurant, Camila texted Connor

the

have sufficed. Why did he personally come out to ask her to book the

the conference room

headed toward the elevator, Alan gesturing for

behind them, entering

the button and

her but said

at the

and Alan

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

glancing at Camila, who was

briefly, then his hand gently covered Parker's pack, "Let's

then chuckled

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