A One Night Stand With My Boss (Camilla) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

After breakfast, the driver took them to the office building. Camila unbuckled her seatbelt, ready to get out of the car.

“I won’t be in Fairmount for the next couple of days, so call me if you need anything,” Connor’s deep voice came from the back seat. Camila paused slightly, remembering that Connor’s schedule was supposed to be clear. “Okay,” she nodded.

After getting out of the car, Camila stood still, watching as the vehicle slowly drove away until it vanished from her sight. Then she turned and entered the familiar skyscraper, taking the elevator up alone.

The driver dropped Connor off at the airport, where he immediately saw Ray, Peter, and Emily. The airport had a separate area with a few private jets belonging to the Passos family.

On this day, Connor was not at the office. Various departments submitted their documents to Camila, who carefully sorted and placed

them on Connor’s desk.

As closing time approached, Erica’s call came right on time. Her voice was cheerful as she said, “I’m already downstairs at your office.”

Camila checked the time. It was exactly six o’clock. She packed up her things and left work.

When Camila stepped out of the building, Erica was already waiting by the roadside, smiling and waving at her.

Camila walked towards her friend, the evening sun casting a warm glow on her, making her appear even more radiant.

“It’s rare for you to finish work on time today,” Erica commented.

“My boss isn’t in the office,” Camila replied with a proud smile.

“Where shall we eat? You decide,” she said, linking arms with Erica, her face full of smiles.

“Let’s have hot stew!” Erica suggested with a grin.

Once the beef was cooked, Erica quickly picked up a piece, dipped it in the sauce, and savored it with her eyes closed. “This is so delicious!” she exclaimed, then added pitifully, “I’ve been starving in the big city these past few days. But it suits your taste. Almost every dish has sugar.”

Camila laughed, “Yeah, I’d take your business trips if I could.”

As they enjoyed their hot stew, Camila mentioned that Emily had given her a painting by Peter.

Erica was astonished, “Wow, that’s incredibly generous! How much is a painting by Peter worth? A seven–figure sum?”

“Yes, it’s very valuable. I’ve hidden it in my closet, afraid of damaging it. I’ll need to find a chance to give it back,” Camila said.

“Let me tell you, Connor must be interested in you. I mean, whose mother just gives a secretary a painting worth millions?” Erica raised an eyebrow.

Camila frowned slightly, “I don’t think so. I accompanied him to Mr. Logan’s birthday party recently, and the next day, when I visited his house, he hadn’t even changed his clothes, and there was a lipstick mark.”