Good Novel
Chapter 21
“Where’s Mr. Connor order?” Camila asked
“It seems like Mr. Connor didn’t order for himself, just for the staff, Marissa replied, her forehead crinkled in confusion. “And this tea time is way too early. I haven’t even digested lunch yet.”
“It’s all sweets. Mr. Connor doesn’t eat those,” Alan added, equally puzzled.
1l go help distribute them. I’ve left yours at your desk, Marissa told Alan.
“Thanks. !‘ll have some when I get back,” he smiled at Camila, “Looks like we’re in for a late night at the office. Mr. Connor is sweetening us up in advance.”
“At least there’s overtime pay,” Camila chuckled.
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After they left, Camila opened the afternoon tea bag and was pleasantly surprised. This bakery was expensive! She and Erica loved the desserts from this place. A piece of cake was seventy to eighty dollars with a cup of iced tea. It could cost thousands for the hundreds of employees in the company.
It seemed the boss was in a good mood!
Through the floor–to–ceiling windows, Connor saw Camila enjoying the treat, and he smiled unconsciously.
Refueled by the sweets, Camila was a
all fired up for t the afternoon, focused intently on her computer
“Time to leave, Connor’s deep voice resonated through the office.
Camila suddenly looked up, realizing it was already dark outside. She glanced at the time–7 PM. No overtime today?
“Okay,” she responded.
Seeing that Camila didn’t seem to want to leave, Connor just stood in front of her desk. Camila felt an invisible pressure. She quickly packed up and shut down her computer.
Connor watched her get ready, then headed straight for the elevator. Camila followed behind him.
Connor got into his car, and she waved, “See you tomorrow, Mr. Connor”
Connor rolled down the window, glancing at the passenger seat. “Get in”
Camila’s smile widened. “Yes! No need to call a taxi. A free ride home, awesome! Without hesitation, she opened the passenger door, turned her head, and nodded with a grin at her boss.
Connor slightly furrowed his brows and stretched his neck, closing his eyes to rest. “Drop Camila off first,” he said nonchalantly.
“No, no need, I live far away.” Camila quickly turned her head and waved her hand. Traffic was heavy at this hour. It would take over an hour to get to her place.
Connor slowly opened his eyes. “Drive,” he stated unequivocally.
During the rush hour traffic, Camila yawned repeatedly. The luxury car’s seats were too comfortable, and leaning against the door, she dozed off.
“Camila, we’re here.” The driver parked by the roadside, gently tapping the sleeping Camila.
Startled, Camila jerked awake, Her brain was not fully booted up, and she nodded mechanically Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.
She turned to look at Connor, who had his eyes closed–she wasn’t sure if he was asleep, so she whispered thanks to the driver and carefully opened the door, gently closing it behind her,
Squeak-
Connor opened his eyes, watching her hop cheerfully into an old residential building. He muttered softly. “Still bouncy in heels,“”
“Mr. Connor, back to Cedarhill Estate?”
“Mm.
A few minutes into the drive, the driver remarked. “Oh, Camila left her phone in the car.”
Connor, “Take it back to her.”
Humming a tune, Camila climbed three flights of stairs, grumbling. “When is the landlord going to fix these lights? It’s the second time this month they’ve broken.”
Using the light from the windowsill, she cautiously ascended the stairs, gripping the handrail. She reached her floor, and just as she was about to close her door, suddenly, a hand swiftly caught the door, pushing it open with force.
Camila screamed in shock, instinctively blocking the door with her body, struggling with all her might.