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Camila nodded, her steps light as she walked into the rest lounge and carefully selected a new tie.
She emerged from the rest lounge and handed the tie to Connor.
Connor took the tie and straightened his collar, when suddenly his phone rang. He picked it up effortlessly.
Camila stood by his side.
Suddenly, Connor looked at her, mouthing the words. “Help me with the tie.”
Camila paused for a moment, then stepped forward and took the tie from his hand.
Connor slightly bowed his head, his gaze lowered. The sudden closeness made Camila’s heart race. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
She began to tie the tie for Connor, her fingers gently grasping one end of the tie, slowly wrapping it around his neck. She was so close that the faint scent of shampoo was emanating from her.
Connor watched her quietly. Her features were delicate, the lipstick she wore today suited her well, and her skin smooth and refined.
Camila, focused on tying the tie, didn’t notice his gaze fixed on her face. During this process, she could clearly feel Connor’s breath and body heat.
His chest rose and fell gently. This close contact stirred a strange nervousness within Camila, her cheeks warming slightly.
Finally, the tie was done. Camila gently adjusted the position of the tie.
“Mr. Connor, all set.”
Connor hummed, withdrawing his gaze.
Five minutes later, he ended the call and headed to the reception room. Together, they appeared, and the reporters immediately stood
The reporters observed Connor up close and couldn’t help but understand the frenzy of admiration online from women. His demeanor was so unique, as if he carried a natural regal aura.
The image of the CEO and his secretary together was particularly striking. One was handsome, the other was beautiful, and they had just the right height difference.
The reporters couldn’t help but take a few Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.
extra glances.
Connor smiled at the reporters while Camila sat quietly by the side, ready to record the interview content.
The interview officially began. The reporter threw one professional and insightful question after another, to which Connor responded. thoughtfully and concisely, demonstrating his exceptional thinking ability and deep industry experience.
The interview went smoothly, and time flew by. When the interview ended, the reporter felt profoundly enriched, and his admiration for Connor deepened.
“Thank you, Mr. Connor, the interview was very pleasant. May I ask you one more question?”
“Please, go ahead.”
What inspired you to create the ‘Future Go‘ product?”
Connor paused slightly. “A very important friend.”
Camila, sitting nearby. gently lifted her eyes to Connor, wondering why there was a hint of sadness in his gaze.
After the reporter left, Carpila returned to her station, her tense nerves finally relaxing.
A call came from the reception desk. “Camila, there’s someone here to see you. It looks like they’re here to cause trouble… Camila’s brows furrowed. Trouble…
The receptionist sent a photo of that person. II’ve informed security. Don’t come downstairs)
Camila (I’m heading down now.)