Favo Novel
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Camila quietly ate her meal, occasionally sneaking glances at Connor. His features were distinct, as if sculpted by a divine hand–handsome yet composed. He was absorbed in his computer, his long fingers constantly tapping. Indeed, a man focused on his work was truly charming.
She shook her head, chiding herself for her wandering thoughts.
Connor glanced over his laptop and noticed her enjoying her meal, his lips curling into a subtle smile. Soon, Camila had polished off her food and accidentally let out a satisfied burp.
“Finished?” Connor asked.
“Yes, sir. All clear!” Camila replied with a laugh. She pulled out a napkin to wipe her mouth clean and started tidying up the coffee table.
Connor opened his drawer, took out a box of cigarettes, and lit one. A thin trail of smoke lazily rose into the air.
Camila, catching the scent of the smoke, looked up. Their eyes met briefly before both quickly looked away, busying themselves with their tasks.
Frowning slightly, Camila held her breath and briskly wiped the coffee table with a napkin. When Connor noticed her discomfort, he extinguished his cigarette and turned on the air purifier.
Hearing the machine start up, Camila looked over and saw he had stopped smoking. She took a deep breath and picked up the empty lunchbox. “Mr. Connor, I’ve cleaned up. I’ll head out first.”
Connor hummed in acknowledgment, continuing to type on his keyboard.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.
Camila returned to her desk, revitalized after her meal, and resumed her data organization. Time passed until she stretched and looked out the window to see dusk approaching. She rubbed her tired eyes and glancing at her watch, realized it was already six–thirty.
Alan emerged from the CEO’s office. “Camila, Mr. Connor has a last–minute meeting with the factory at seven. You can leave now. The driver will take you home.”
“Am I not needed for the meeting minutes?” Camila asked.
“You’ve been busy enough with the performance reports. Paul will handle tonight’s minutes,” Alan said with a smile.
“Alright.
Camila looked towards the CEO’s office. The meeting would probably last a few hours, and Connor hadn’t had lunch. It would be irresponsible of her if he got a stomach ailment from hunger. She hurried downstairs and ordered a beef and egg sandwich from the diner.
Back at the office, she knocked on Connor’s door.
“Come in.” Connor looked up, surprised to see her. He frowned slightly and asked, “Didn’t I tell you to leave?”
Camila placed the mealbox in front of him. “Mr. Connor, you missed lunch. I got you a sandwich.”
Connor’s eyes narrowed slightly, then he opened the mealbox. He smiled faintly and said. “Looks delicious, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, I’ll be off then,” Camila said with a smile.
After she left, he unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite, his face expressing sheer satisfaction. The day’s fatigue seemed to vanish with that bite. The diner’s sandwiches were indeed good.
The next day at noon.
When Camila went downstairs to pick up Connor’s lunchbox, the driver handed her two.
“Why are there two–today?”
“I’m not sure, maybe there’s a client visiting?” The driver was also puzzled. He had received instructions from Mr Connor to prepare an extra lunch from now on.
Camila didn’t question it further and took the lunchboxes into Connor’s office. “Mr. Connor, I’ve placed your lunch on the coffee table.
As she was about to leave the office, Connor glanced at the coffee table and said, “Take