A One Night Stand With My Boss

Connor was deep in discussion with his subordinates from the R&D department at Future Inc., the leader in modern robotics technology. He even had suggestions for modifying the programming

After what seemed like an endless meeting, Camila finally understood why Bryan and the others had made sum to eat well beforehand. The meeting had stretched over three hours and was only halfway through its agenda.

“Thanks, everyone, that’s it for now? Connor announced at last.

Relieved, Camila checked her watch-9.30 PM. After organizing her documents, she returned to her desk, where Curtis had sent her the

files.

Camila: [Thank you so much. I owe you a smoothie tomorrow!

Curtis: No worries, always happy to help a beauty!]

“Camila, how are you finding the pace of work? Alan asked.

“It’s okay,” Camila replied with a smile.

“Keep it up! I have high hopes for you!” Alan encouraged her giving a thumbs up.

Connor walked out of his office.

“Mr. Connor, I’ll have the driver bring the car around,” Alan said.

Connor glanced at his watch, a slight frown on his face, and then at Camila. “Let’s grab a bite downstairs before heading back,” he told

Alan,

Alan was momentarily surprised but quickly recovered. “Sure.”

Camila assumed she was not included and said, “I’ll head off then.”

“Join us,” Connor said simply

Tm not hungry. You two go ahead,” Camila quickly declined, not keen on dining with her boss.

“Come on, it’s Mr. Connors treat” Alan joked. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Really, I’m too tired to eat Camila blurted out, immediately regretting her words.

Connor’s expression darkened slightly. “Am I working you too hard?”

Camila sensed that the implied meanings behind his words were awkward. She replied promptly. “I’ll come.”

The three of them went to a diner downstairs.

Connor ordered a seafood chowder and some sides.

“Any dietary restrictions?” the server asked.

“Please serve the chives and cilantro separately, not in the chowder Connor requested.

Camila was slightly taken aback. Alan looked at Connor with confusion as well.

“Til be right back, Connor said, ignoring Alan’s gaze and heading to the restroom

As soon as Connor left,

It, Alan spoke with a puzzled look, “Strange, since when does Mr. Connor dislike chives and cilantro?”

Camila just shrugged and gave a sheepish smile.

“It’s the first time Mr. Connor is having dinner after a meeting. Quite unusual,”

“Mr. Connor doesn’t like dinner? Camila asked, puzzled.

“Not exactly. Mr. Connor is a workaholic. He often s k ip s meals when he’s busy, so his grandfather insisted on having a personal

assistant ensure he eats.”

stomach issues. But she

“Does Mr. Connor have a bad stomach? Camila laughed, amused by the thought of a powerful CEO with s quickly covered her mouth, realizing her faux pas

Alan laughed. “Not really, but… Mr. Connor’s grandmother

er passed away from stomach cancer, so he’s very particular about his meals.”

“That makes sense, Camila nodded in realization.

“So your primary task is to keep an eye on Mr. Connor’s dietary habits.”

“Understood.” Since Connor showed no signs of dismissing her and for the sake of her salary, she was determined to excel at her job.

When Connor returned, their conversation paused.