Novel Palace
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Connor looked distinctly unimpressed as he said coldly, “Stop it.”
The young woman chuckled softly, linking her arm with Connor’s and following him into the office. The door closed behind them.
Camila shivered slightly, dispelling the goosebumps on her skin as she walked to the break room to make some coffee.
Inside the CEO’s office.
“Is that Camila?” the woman asked with a graceful smile, sitting elegantly on an armchair.
“What’s it to you?” Connor retorted from his position on the couch.
She propped her chin on her hand, her smile playing on her lips. “I heard your new assistant is quite beautiful, and that you have a soft spot for her.”
She didn’t care much for rumors, but lending his apartment to an assistant didn’t sound like a simple employer–employee relationship to her Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
“Nonsense,” Connor glanced at her briefly.
Camila knocked gently on the door after preparing the coffee. “Come in,” the woman said quickly, before Connor could respond.
The moment Camila entered, both of them fell silent, and the office was unusually quiet. The woman’s gaze followed Camila, her eyes filled with a benign curiosity.
Camila offered politely, “Coffee, please.”
Connor instructed, “Just set it down.”
The woman watched Camila, her heart chuckling silently, “Thank you, you’ve been a great help.”
Camila smiled politely, “You’re welcome. Let me know if you need a refill or anything else.”
“No need, she’ll be leaving soon,” said Connor, his face expressionless.
“I’ve just arrived and you’re already eager to see me off?” the woman said with a pout, her tone playful.
Connor’s gaze was sharp, and the woman burst into laughter at his look.
Camila, feeling that it was time to exit, set the coffee down on the coffee table and quickly left, closing the door softly behind her.
“The bar opens this Sunday. Why don’t you bring Camila along?” the woman finally got back to the point.
“Overtime on weekends needs to be paid,” Connor glanced at her.
*Stingy, pulling the overtime card, really? You’re a shareholder,, At least show your face at the opening,” she huffed.
“I’m busy. I’ve said I’ll only invest money, nothing else,” Connor replied.
“Doesn’t your sister’s word mean anything?” she crossed her arms, frowning.
“You’re only two months older than me, so stop acting like an older sister,” Connor retorted.
“Older by a day is still older. If you don’t support me, I’ll report you to your dad.”
“Rita, how old are you? Childish much?”
Rita, the only daughter of Connor’s aunt from the Passos family, was the only one among his cousins with whom Connor had a good relationship. They, along with Logan, had grown up together and were very close.
“So what if I am childish?” Patting Connor’s shoulder earnestly, Rita said, “I think Camila’s quite nice, much better than Haylie. Conny, your taste has finally improved.”
“She’s just my assistant. Don’t listen to Logan’s nonsense.”
Rita scoffed, “Do you think I’m blind? Do you think the way you look at her is the same as you looked at Alan?”
“That’s enough on this topic,” Connor said sternly.
Rita knew better than to push it and possibly harm their relationship, and quickly changed the subject back to the bar’s prospects and plans. Before leaving, she threw out, “Honestly, I don’t think you even like Haylie”
Connor’s gaze fell. What did that even mean.
“See you this weekend.” Rita made a point of walking over to Camila, smiling.
Camila looked bewildered as she watched Rita, who chuckled softly and waved goodbye as she left.
Saturday meant there was no need to go to Cedarhill Estate. After a quick shower and tying her hair into a bun, Camila dressed in a T–shirt and shorts and drove to the office.