Connor nodded, sipping his coffee. "I'll skip breakfast."

"Mr. Connor, you need to eat something!" David exclaimed, his eyes wide as he looked at him.

"Camila, let's go." Connor stood up and addressed Camila.

Camila rose from the couch, glancing at the breakfast table where the food remained untouched. "Mr. Connor, you haven't had your breakfast."

"No breakfast today," Connor said, picking up his suit jacket.

Camila frowned slightly, "Mr. Connor, is the breakfast not to your liking? I can order something to be delivered to your office."

"Look, Camila is upset," David whispered.

Connor paused, then set his jacket down and obediently sat back down. "No need, I'll eat now."

David hung his head, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Alright." Camila nodded and sat down.

they set

while, then spoke, "Camila,

and replied, "There was a

sit a bit forward, but the seatbelt restrained him. He leaned forward instead, asking softly, "What happened? Can

shook her head. "It's

tell me. I can help

you, Mr. Connor." Camila

of work to catch up on. She diligently sorted through documents,

Drew would

reception desk.

"Do they have an

replied they

fully booked today. Please ask him to

whispered mysteriously, "Camila, you might

a woman sitting on a couch in the distance. Camila stopped in her tracks. Even

composed herself and

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