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.

sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from

...

deposited the funds into

the bank, Camila felt her spirits sink. As she looked up at the distant

she ever be able to give her mother a

"Mom, I've

police station's waiting room.

handed the receipt to the officer in charge,

out. He looked pale,

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

came

cried, with tears rolling down his cheeks.

trembled as she stroked Drew's head. "He ruined

the pressure and torment of the past days were released in