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Camila looked at him puzzled. “Take it… where?”
“From now on, the driver will deliver two lunch boxes, one for you,” Connor said nonchalantly.
“For me?” Camila was flattered.
Connor looked at her with a face full of disdain. “Look at you, you’re as thin as a bean sprout. A gust of wind could knock you over. You’ve only been at headquarters for a short while and you’ve lost weight. People might think I am mistreating my assistant.”
Camila was a bit surprised. Indeed, she had lost a couple of pounds since arriving at headquarters, but she had slimmed down exactly where she needed to, without losing an ounce where it mattered.
She straightened her back, showing off her shapely figure, and said indignantly, “Bean sprout? You call this figure a bean sprout?”
Fine, you have a great figure,” Connor chuckled slyly, then quickly changed the subject, “How are the mid–year performance reports coming along? Don’t waste time going out to eat. Have a quick lunch and get back to work.”
Camila gave a professional fake smile. “Typical capitalist, almost had me moved.” She thought to herself.
She picked up her own lunch, smiled, and said, “Understood, I’ll eat out so as not to delay work.”
Returning to her desk, she glanced at the door of the president’s office and reluctantly texted her lunch buddy, Tina.
Camila: [I can’t go out for lunch with you anymore. Mr. Connor wants me to rush the work.] ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
Tina: [What? He used to be a nice guy. Now he’s even squeezing your lunch break?]
Camila: [Well, he’s a capitalist, after all. Gotta eat fast and keep working.]
When she opened her lunch, Camila’s gloomy mood was instantly healed by the delicious and free meal. Considering that the food was delicious and free, she unilaterally forgave Connor.
After a satisfying meal, she cleaned up her lunch box and opened the document to continue working.
When lunch break came, a colleague turned off the office lights. Camila was typing in the dark when Connor came out of his office and placed his finished lunch box on her desk.
Your computer screen is too bright. It’s disturbing my rest.”
Camila was taken aback. Furious, she nearly cursed out loud. He rushed her with work and now complained that her screen was too bright, affecting his rest?
She gritted her teeth and said, “Mr. Connor, you just need to press a button, and this transparent window will frost over. The screen brightness shouldn’t bother you…”
Connor: “It does. Go get some rest. Just have the report ready by the beginning of next month.”
Camila was stunned. Half an hour ago he wouldn’t let her go out to eat and waste time, and now he complained her screen was too bright for his rest. What was this?
She turned off her computer screen and managed a rigid smile, “Alright, sir, whatever you say.”
Connor watched her shut down her laptop before he returned to his office to continue reading documents,
Camila had a wonderful nap. After the break, she returned to her workstation, refreshed.
As she typed away, a stylish young wornan in a white sleeveless, high–collared dress gracefully made her way to the president’s office. Her hair was artfully arranged, and she confidently walked in her high heels.
Camila stood up and smiled, “Hello, are you looking for Mr. Connor?”
The woman smiled back at Camila, saying, “Yes, I’m here to see him.”
At that moment, Connor opened his office door, frowning at the woman.
The woman gave Camila a’meaningful look, chuckled softly, and called out to Connor in a saccharine voice. “Conny.”
Camila shuddered at the sound.