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.

they set off for

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

replied,

move closer to her, to sit a bit forward, but the seatbelt restrained him. He leaned forward instead,

shook her head. "It's been

anything, you can tell me. I can help sort

Connor." Camila

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

money to a government-designated account, Drew would be released, which could

desk. "Camila, there's

"Do they have

replied they

booked today. Please ask him to make an

whispered mysteriously, "Camila, you might want to

and headed downstairs. As she approached the reception, she saw a woman sitting on a couch in the distance. Camila stopped in her tracks. Even though the woman

herself and