A One Night Stand With My Boss

Connor caught a glimpse of the cleaner cleaning up the coffee table as he passed through the reception area. There, on the table, was a lunchbox just like his own, and his gaze instantly turned icy. "Throw it away."

"Throw away what?" The cleaner was confused and looked up at him blankly.

Connor pointed at the lunchbox on the table, his tone impatient, "The lunchbox."

The cleaner paused for a moment. "Understood." She immediately tossed the lunchbox into the trash bag.

Connor stood at the doorway, with his hands in his pockets. His face was stern, and his dark eyes were complex with emotion.

He pondered silently. Why did she give her lunch to that woman...

Seeing Connor's displeased expression, the cleaner grew nervous, and her movements hastened. She carefully wiped down the coffee table, fearing to further upset the imposing boss.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead as she thought to herself, "Oh my, the big boss is watching me clean... does he have nothing better to do?"

"Mr. Connor, all the meeting participants have arrived," Alan approached and informed him.

Connor acknowledged and turned to leave.

cleaner finally breathed a sigh of

...

to the bank, deposited the funds into the specified government account,

spirits sink. As she looked up at the

to

deep breath and dialed Claire's number. "Mom, I've made the payment. We can go pick

waiting room. The atmosphere was

the receipt to the officer in charge, who

out. He looked pale, and his

them, but suddenly his legs gave way, and he knelt on the floor. Drew

hurriedly came to his

I'm sorry for worrying you," Drew cried, with tears rolling down his cheeks. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made you and the family

Her hands trembled as

loudly. All the pressure and torment of the past days were