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 raspy.

a few steps, his hand in his pocket, then

Camila was stunned.

usually Alan who entertained clients like Parker

a few seconds, then

to the

the restaurant, Camila texted Connor

looked towards the conference

simple instruction would have sufficed. Why did he

the

headed toward the elevator,

behind them, entering

then pressed the button and moved

her but said

arrived at the

and Alan

cigarettes, offering one to Connor. "Mr. Connor, care

slightly, his eyes glancing

Camila briefly, then his hand gently covered Parker's pack, "Let's not

paused, then chuckled awkwardly, "Right, we're

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