A One Night Stand With My Boss

Erica chuckled, "Okay, my friend just stood me up."

Logan looked at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"They seem quite sensible," he teased, then asked, "How about dinner and then some drinks tonight?"

Erica smiled, "Sure."

Logan looked at her again, a smile flickering in his eyes. "Shall we go together?"

Erica smiled without responding, raising her eyebrows as she gathered the interview manuscripts from the table.

***

Camila replied to Erica's message and booted up her shut-down computer.

She had finished her tasks for the day and had hoped to leave work on time to meet Erica for dinner.

However, Connor's call from the intercom disrupted her plans.

CEO’s office.

"Bring over the pending projects from SummitTrack Investments," Connor said, sitting behind his desk, his fingers tapping lightly on the surface.

Alan paused.

SummitTrack Investments was Connor's private investment firm. He never dealt with its affairs at Future Inc.

"Mr. Connor, do you need it now?" he couldn’t help but ask.

Connor affirmed.

Alan didn’t ask further, turned, and left the office.

He quickly brought the project documents from SummitTrack Investments and placed them on Connor’s desk.

After Alan left,

Connor pressed the intercom, "Please come in for a moment."

Camila sighed softly and knocked before entering.

"Mr. Connor."

"Organize these documents and bring them to my house after work. We'll work overtime," Connor said indifferently, not looking up at her.

Camila nodded, silently picking up a stack of files.

Just as she was about to leave, Connor tapped on the desk again. "Wait."

Camila stopped, looking at him.

"Make sure these documents are kept confidential," Connor added sternly.

"Of course," Camila responded.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

She left the office and placed the files in a cardboard box, ensuring no information would leak.

After a while, Connor stepped out of his office and tapped lightly on Camila’s desk.

"Let’s go."

"Okay." Camila immediately slung her backpack over her shoulder and picked up the box containing the files.

Connor reached out to take the box from her arms.

"I’ve got it," he said gravely.

"Mr. Connor, I can carry it." Camila tried to take the box back, but Connor had already moved ahead.

"Keep up," he commanded.

Reluctantly, Camila followed him, and they both entered the elevator together.

At Cedarhill Estate,

Connor placed the box with the files on the coffee table.

He glanced at Camila, saying, "Let’s get some dinner first."

Camila followed Connor to the dining table, noticing it was already set with steaming dishes.

"Eat," Connor said flatly.

"I’m not hungry. I can start working right away." Camila preferred to get her work done and leave.

"It well gives you strength to work overtime," Connor said as he pulled out a chair and sat down with a tone of command.

Camila glanced at the dishes on the table. They were all her favorites, and she reluctantly sat down to eat.

After the meal,

Connor opened the box and handed the documents to Camila.

"I need a risk assessment report on this company’s financial status, management team, and industry trends," he instructed.

Camila took the documents, somewhat confused. She opened the file and saw the logo on the first page. SummitTrack Investments.

"Mr. Connor, these aren’t our company’s documents?" she asked, puzzled.

Connor nodded, "Yes, this is my investment firm. Most people aren’t aware that this company belongs to me."