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.

set off

while, then spoke, "Camila, why did you take

head and replied, "There was a

bit forward, but the seatbelt restrained him. He leaned

head. "It's been

tell me. I can help sort

you, Mr. Connor." Camila nodded

lot of work to catch up on. She diligently sorted through documents, preparing for the upcoming meeting. Soon, the intermediary transferred the payment for the car, eighty thousand dollars. Camila consolidated all

Drew would

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

"Do they have an

replied

is fully booked today. Please ask

the phone, whispered mysteriously, "Camila, you might want

hung up the phone and headed downstairs. As she approached the reception, she saw a woman sitting on a couch in the distance.

herself and