A One Night Stand With My Boss

The grand opening of Ivywood Mall, a celebration of technology and modernity, was about to commence.

The facade of the flagship store seemed to be made of a gigantic LED screen, playing a promotional video for Future Inc.'s products, captivating the attention of countless onlookers.

A large crowd, including media and popular influencers, had already gathered at the entrance, broadcasting the event with their cameras and smartphones.

Connor and Camila arrived at the venue one hour before the ribbon-cutting ceremony. A colleague from the planning department escorted them to the lounge.

"Mr. Connor, you mentioned earlier that the flower baskets must be placed on the opposite side of the staircase and not this side. Is this distance okay for you?" Camila asked.

Connor looked puzzled at her.

Camila explained, "You're allergic to pollen."

Connor paused.

He took a sip of water and slowly said, "I'm not as allergic as I used to be."

Camila nodded, "That's good to hear. I've brought medication, just in case. Let me know immediately if you feel uncomfortable."

Connor took another sip of water and nodded.

Camila glanced outside at the stage.

The previous day, she had coordinated with each department's leader to ensure the smooth progression of the opening event. She had memorized the schedule thoroughly.

"I'm going to check outside, Mr. Connor," she said.

Connor nodded and softly added, "Be careful."

"Will do," Camila replied, then joined her colleagues from the planning department at the event site.

Once there, Camila and her team went through the event's flow one more time, carefully checking each department.

"Camila, you've really put in a lot of effort," a colleague remarked. "This was supposed to be our department's responsibility, yet you seem even more concerned than us."

Camila smiled in response. "We're a team, and we're working together to ensure the success of this event."

Her colleague smiled back. "I'll go check on how the hostesses are doing with the preparations."

"Alright," Camila said with a smile.

She stood in a corner, observing the bustling crowd, the lively scene filling her with a sense of accomplishment.

"Hello, Camila," a man's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Camila turned around, meeting Howard's gaze. She replied politely, "Hello, Mr. Howard."

Howard looked at the thronging crowd and remarked, "It's been a long time since Ivywood Mall was this lively."

Camila nodded slightly. "Yes, the success of today's event is due to everyone's collective effort."

"There are more surprises to come today."

Howard gestured towards another LED screen across the plaza, which was displaying advertisements from other stores, his smile hinting at something deeper.

Camila looked puzzled at him.

"You might want to keep an eye on that LED screen later," Howard said mysteriously.

Camila followed his gaze to the screen positioned diagonally opposite the flagship store.

"Camila!" a colleague from the planning department ran over, calling out urgently.

"Mr. Howard, excuse me, I have another matter to attend to," Camila said to Howard with a nod.

"Go ahead," Howard replied with a smile.

Camila hurried over to her colleague, asking, "What's going on?"

"One of the hostesses suddenly has gastroenteritis. She's still in the restroom, quite debilitated, and won't be able to take the stage," her colleague reported anxiously, his forehead beaded with sweat.

Camila's expression shifted slightly upon hearing this.

"I recall we have a backup hostess; let's get her here quickly," she decided calmly. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"She's stuck in a traffic jam. It might take her about half an hour to arrive," her colleague replied anxiously.