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

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

and replied, "There was a

wanted to move closer to her, to sit a bit forward, but the seatbelt

head.

can tell me.

you, Mr. Connor." Camila

went straight to her desk. Having taken the day off, she had a lot of work to catch up on. She diligently sorted through documents, preparing for the

a government-designated account, Drew would be

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

inquired, "Do they

receptionist replied

slightly, "Mr. Connor's schedule is fully booked today. Please

receptionist, covering the phone, whispered mysteriously, "Camila, you might

a couch in the distance. Camila

composed herself and

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