A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila nodded slightly.

She gathered her thoughts and said, "Mr. Connor, thank you for lending me your house these past few weeks. I've found a place and I'll be moving out on Sunday."

"Why? I told you that you could stay as long as you needed," Connor replied. His tone was tinged with confusion.

Camila hesitated, unsure how to explain. "I just don't think it's appropriate anymore, given that it's your house. I shouldn't impose indefinitely."

Connor frowned, "What's inappropriate about it?”

Camila shook her head gently. "I just feel it's better this way. I've already paid the rent for the new place."

"Did I make you feel too pressured?" Connor's eyes showed a hint of loss.

"I have rented the house earlier," Camila said calmly.

Connor was silent for a moment.

"If you're set on moving, I'll help you," he offered, trying to keep his tone even.

"No need. I don't have much luggage and the new place is close by," Camila responded.

breakfast before him suddenly seemed tasteless, and

between them grew awkward, and Camila didn't know what to say to break

still, and no one

voice carried a mix of weariness and resignation. Camila nodded, "Thank you, Mr.

Back at the office.

while Camila summarized the project timelines and printed them out

his slender fingers on the summary, said,

unintentionally followed her. There was a barely perceptible hint of sorrow and bitterness in

appeared somewhat

he exhaled slowly, watching the smoke dissipate in the air. The smoke gradually filled the air,

documents, knocked and

he heard the knock, he stubbed out

Connor, it's time for the meeting,"

hand as he walked past. As he passed by Camila, she caught a faint whiff of tobacco from

to pick up Connor's lunch. She noticed that the lunchbox was different

the lunchbox?" Camila