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Camila was startled, her mouth twitching slightly.
What is all this about? It would have been better if your office had no flowers at all. So domineering!‘
Her inner monologue was going wild, but outwardly, she maintained a professional smile and nodded. “Of course, Mr. Connor. I will pass on the message.”
Connor nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Alan. “Anything else?”
Alan gave an awkward smile. “No, Mr. Connor, I’ll head out now.”
He sheepishly left the office, leaving Gamila and Connor eyeing each other. “Mr. Connor, I’ll take my leave too,” Camila said.
Connor acknowledged her, and after she left, he lit his cigarette, the smoke curling around his lips.
When he looked up, Camila was chatting with another secretary. She had a bright red rose by her face, making her look even more charming than the flower.
“Ah? I didn’t know Mr. Connor was allergic to pollen. I used to place flowers here before.”
Camila laughed helplessly. “I just found out, too.”
T’ve sent a group email, asking them to dispose of the flowers,” the other secretary sighed.
She hesitated for a few seconds, then took the roses out of the vase, “Poor flowers, I guess the trash is their final destiny. Being thrown away twice must feel terrible…”
Colleagues started tossing the flowers into the bin. Alan passed by, saw the bin full of red roses, and clicked his tongue. “Should have kept my mouth shut, such beautiful flowers.”
Camila saw him and asked, “Alan, doesn’t Mr. Connor also keep fresh flowers at home? How come he’s suddenly allergic to pollen?”
Alan looked at her thoughtfully and smiled, “He just developed the allergy.” Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.
Camila blinked, puzzled, as she watched Alan’s retreating figure.
*Just developed an allergy to pollen?” she murmured to herself. What did that even mean?
Camila shook her head. She had already complied with
his request to clear out the flowers from the office anyway.
She had just sat down at her desk when Connor came out of his office, a faint smell of tobacco about him. He gave her a chilly glance as if in a bad mood. “Time to leave.”
“Okay.”
They got into the car, and the driver started the engine. Camila looked ahead at the traffic. The car was quiet for a moment.
*Camila, what are your career plans?” Connor’s voice was deep.
Camila turned to look at him, puzzled. She wondered, ‘Why is he suddenly interested in my career plans today? Could a promotion and a raise be on the horizon?
With a burst of spirit, she formally responded, “My career plan is to do well in my current role, gain more experience and skills, and gradually work towards higher positions.”
Is Howard pursuing you?” Connor suddenly changed the topic.
Camila frowned slightly, nodding awkwardly. “It seems so.”
I think you should focus on your work at this stage.” Connor’s tone was indifferent.
Camila’s heart sank.
Doomed
After the last blind date and Mr. Howard’s advances, Connor must think she was not focused on her work
She adjusted her sitting posture, showing a more serious attitude and firmly assured him. “Yes, for the next three no, five years, have? The plans for manage or romance
eyebrow nodding in causfaction!