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.

of relief, wiping the sweat from her

...

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

felt her spirits sink. As she looked up at the distant blue sky, she thought of her mother's

would she ever be able to give

number. "Mom, I've made the payment. We can go

the police station's waiting room. The

in charge, who after verifying it,

brought out. He looked pale,

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

came to

sorry for worrying you," Drew cried, with tears rolling down his cheeks. "I'm sorry. I

trembled as she stroked Drew's head.

the pressure and torment of the past days were