A One Night Stand With My Boss

At three in the morning, Connor's computer pinged with a notification for a new email.

Rubbing his temples from fatigue, he clicked to open the message. His brow furrowed immediately upon seeing the contents.

It was a work document from Camila, detailed and professional, but there she was working at this hour!

He quickly replied to the email, simply writing, [Sleep.]

After sending the email, Connor sighed deeply. Had he assigned her too much work?

Camila was twisting her neck, when she was startled by Connor's email.

He hadn't gone to bed yet?

Connor rummaged through a pile of papers to find his phone and texted Camila.

Camila closed her laptop, and suddenly her phone buzzed twice. She opened it to find a message from Connor. [Don't rush the work. Get some sleep. Good night.] He seemed to often stay up late himself.

Camila responded. [Thanks for your concern, Mr. Connor. Good night.] She paused, then deleted the words "good night" before sending.

Just as she sent the message, Claire's call came through.

A call in the dead of night startled Camila, who immediately answered. "Mom, is everything alright?"

"Cami, haven't you slept yet?" Claire's tired voice came through the phone.

"No, not yet. What's happened?" Camila asked anxiously.

a call from the police station...

All

Claire helplessly. "They said they were packing to leave in the middle of the night and got caught by a neighbor. Many neighbors were talked into investing in Capital Solutions by Riley, and their money's gone. When they confronted him,

mess," sighed Camila. "So

bought a train ticket back to her hometown, probably will leave by dawn," Claire explained. Camila was silent for a few seconds. "Mom, don't be too soft-hearted anymore. Just stay out of their business from now on. It doesn't concern

Don't worry," Claire

Drew?" Camila

wasn't

bad luck he's got such parents. Luckily, he wasn't involved. He's still on bail, so it would have been

her mother. "Mom,

the weather

tomorrow, go see a doctor. Don't just endure it," Camila

agreed and turned to head to her bedroom, feeling indeed quite

Camila quickly took

past seven in the morning, her alarm rang, and she struggled to

her weary body to the

noticed she was almost running late, hurriedly slipping on her high

she opened the door, Camila

stood Connor, holding a large bouquet of flowers. The sunlight

tenderly at Camila. His eyes were full of warmth. "For

at the bouquet and then

you allergic to pollen?" she

slightly awkwardly responding, "Actually... I'm not allergic

Camila's eyes widened,

confused, looking at Connor. "You

gaze, and his voice was