Chapter 20
In the car.
The driver glanced at Camila in the passenger seat and said, “I didn’t realize you lived so far away. It takes an hour by car. You must have to wake up quite early?”
Connor, who had been reviewing documents, perked up his ears.
“It’s alright. Mr. Connor is considerate and reimburses us for our taxi fares.” Camila looked up at the rearview mirror and deliberately raised her voice slightly, knowing it never hurt to sing the boss’ praises. A happy boss meant easier days for her.
“That’s true. Our company’s benefits are among the best in the industry,” the driver nodded repeatedly
Throughout the ride, they kept praising the boss and the company. Connor, head down, couldn’t help but smile.
At nine o’clock sharp, Camila sent yesterday’s meeting notes to Connor’s email.
Connor saw the notification, and opened it.
It was meeting notes from Camila. She had gone home so late last night, yet she still managed to get the work done. His brows furrowed deeply.
As he read through the details, his expression softened. True to her reputation as an efficient assistant, having only joined the headquarters a few days ago, she managed to summarize last night’s meeting so concisely and correctly that even the technical jargon was spot on. Clearly, she had put in effort
All moming, Camila was so busy that she barely had time to drink water.
With less than three months left until the launch of Future Robotics 3.0, her schedule was tight, and the tasks were heavy. Besides the R&D department, other departments were also bustling in preparation for the new product
Camila shuttled between different departments, attending meetings all morning. After delivering lunch to Connor, she was so exhausted that she lost her appetite and slumped in her seat.
During lunch break, Camila nibbled on a few cookies but was too sleepy to continue and soon fell asleep on her desk
Connor looked up and, through the glass, saw Camila’s desk appeared empty. He took his finished lunchbox out of his office, intending to place it on her desk.
As he approached, he realized she was asleep. Camila slept peacefully, her breathing shallow, her skin contrasting with her long, curled lashes, reminiscent of a delicate doll.
His phone vibrated in his hand, pulling him from his reverie. Camila’s brow slightly furrowed. The continuous vibration seemed to disturb her, so Connor silenced the phone.
Once quiet returned, Camila’s brow smoothed out, and she slept peacefully.
Connor noticed a packet of half-eaten cookies on the desk, squinting slightly. She had said that she loses her appetite when tired. He adjusted the central air conditioning a few degrees warmer.
After the break, Camila stretched, feeling quite rested aside from a numb arm.
“Camila, there’s a fold-out bed in the rest area for naps. I forgot to mention it, sorry. Mr. Connor sometimes has guests, and this doesn’t look good, Alan said. Mr. Connor had even called him about it, sounding slightly displeased.
“I’m sorry, I’ll remember next time, Camila said apologetically
“Tea time!” Marissa and a colleague came up with a big bag and placed a cup of iced tea and a cupcake on Camila’s desk.
“Aren’t our tea breaks on Fridays at three?” Alan’s tone was stem. The administrative department colleague seemed confused, not even realizing that today was Thursday. She had made such a basic mistake.
Marissa shrugged, a smug expression on her face. “Mr. Connor