A One Night Stand With My Boss

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.

breakfast, they set

was silent for a while, then spoke, "Camila, why did

her head and replied, "There was a

forward, but the seatbelt restrained him. He leaned forward instead, asking softly,

shook her head. "It's

you can tell me. I can help

you, Mr. Connor." Camila nodded

of work to catch up on. She diligently sorted through documents, preparing for the upcoming meeting. Soon, the intermediary transferred the

account, Drew would be released, which

the reception desk. "Camila, there's someone here for Mr.

inquired, "Do they have an

receptionist replied they

fully booked today.

mysteriously, "Camila, you might

in the distance. Camila stopped in her tracks. Even though the woman wore sunglasses and a hat, Camila recognized her instantly as

herself and