A One Night Stand With My Boss

After she finished speaking, Camila walked towards the door without turning back.

Clad in a pencil skirt and a fitted blouse, her graceful figure was accentuated with each step. She opened the door, deliberately flipped her hair with a flirtatious flair, and then slammed it shut with a loud bang.

Connor was furing, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white

Back at her desk, Camila’s heart was still pounding fiercely. She hugged her head with both hands. “Camila, oh Camila, why can’t you just hold your tongue?” she muttered to herself. She sighed deeply, thinking about her possible unemployment.

Camila glanced at the prescription bottle, having only taken a few pills, and tossed it into the trash. She couldn’t afford to use her health Insurance and had paid over a thousand dollars out–of–pocket. However, the relief of knowing she wasn’t seriously ill made her feel much lighter.

As soon as it was time to start work, she hurriedly sent a message to Mr. Cash.

Camila: [Good aftemoon, Mr. Cash. Have you been busy these past few days without me?]

Mr. Cash [I’ve had to work overtime for two days without your assistance.]

Camila: Ill be back soon and ready to assist you at work again *smiley face“]

Mr. Cash was surprised. His prized assistant couldn’t even last a week at headquarters? But it was just as well. He really did need the

a week help.

Mr. Cash [That’s great looking forward to having you back.]

Camila responded with a smiley emoji. She just hoped Connor wouldn’t be too petty and keep her from returning to the branch office. For now, she was still Connor’s secretary.

She checked Connor’s schedule for the afternoon. He only had one meeting in the R&D department, and she needed to distribute the meeting materials in advance, which meant they wouldn’t cross paths.

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, a colleague from the finance department, Adrian, approached her with a financial report. “Camila, could you please take last quarter’s financial report to Mr. Connor?” Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Camila gasped. Couldn’t he deliver it himself?

Noticing Camila’s uneasy expression, Adrian chuckled, “The CEO’s office isn’t a place we can just walk into. These tasks are for his assistant or personal secretary Since Alan isn’t here, I have to hand it to you. Thanks for the trouble.”

Camila forced a smile. “No t

trouble at all;

Life was tough. Just a minute ago, she was relieved about not seeing her boss whom she had confronted, and now here she was, about

to face him.

She still held her position and had to do what was required of her.

A minute later, Camila, with a nervous heart, knocked on the CEO’s office door.

“Come in.”

Connor was reviewing documents and didn’t look up. Taking a deep breath, Camila handed over the documents, managing her facial expressions to the best of her ability, and smiled. “Mr. Connor, here is the financial report for last quarter.”

Hearing her voice, Connor finally looked up. He leaned back in his chair, a slight smirk playing at the comers of his mouth, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

Camila looked at him and was reminded of the harsh words she had blurted out at noon. In truth, she didn’t understand the technical details of their one–night stand. She only remembered begging for mercy before falling asleep.

The memory made her ears burn with embarrassment, and she struggled to breathe. She quickly said, “Mr. Connor, I’ve placed the documents here. If there’s nothing else. I’ll get back to work.”

Then, she hurried out of the office, flustered.

Connor watched her leave, a barely perceptible smile on his face. Now she knew fear?

Before the meeting. Alan returned. Connor called him into the office.

Camila craned her neck to peer into the CEO’s office, certain that Connor, furious about the noon incident, was about to fire her by involving Alan