Chapter 42
The company’s mid–year performance data had been analyzed and just needed a final touch on the slides before the task could be completed today.
Camila thought only the R&D department colleagues would be working overtime on the weekend, but upon arriving at the CEO’s office. she was surprised to find not only Alan but also Connor present.
Alan could barely recognize Camila as she looked completely different from her usual professional attire. Without makeup, her skin was glowing, giving off an air of innocence. Her simple T–shirt did not hide her attractive figure, which made her look even more youthful and vibrant.
“Camila, what brings you here?” Alan asked.
“I’m working on the slides. Are you guys also doing overtime?” Camila’s gaze fell on the brightly lit CEO’s office.
Alan sighed with a smile. “We don’t have weekends here, especially Mr. Connor, who often works late into the night even after getting home.”
Hearing this, Camila finally understood why a startup company could reach the top of the industry in just a few years, and also why he was not a morning person.
“Has Mr. Connor had breakfast yet?”
Alan shook his head.
Camila frowned. He hadn’t?
“The usual morning grumpiness, David and I just can’t handle it,” Alan said helplessly.
Camila was a bit puzzled. She hadn’t experienced the so–called moming grumpiness they spoke of. “Maybe because I’m a female employee, Mr. Connor is quite a gentleman.”
Alan chuckled dryly, “Mr. Connor is indeed a gentleman, but his morning mood doesn’t discriminate.” He always felt Camila had a special standing with Mr. Connor.
“Keep at it, and remember to submit an overtime request, or you won’t get the extra pay” he advised.
Camila gave an okay gesture. She was voluntarily doing overtime, but since the Alan mentioned it, she wouldn’t be shy about claiming
it.
Near noon, the conference room door opened, and Connor walked through the double glass doors, catching a glimpse of Camila at her desk from afar. He turned and asked in a low voice, ‘Did you ask her to work overtime?”
“No,” Alan replied.
Camila heared the conversation picking up. She knew the meeting was over and immediately stood up to greet her boss, “Mr. Connor” Confor nodded slightly as a greeting and passed by her to his office. Alan followed, placing the documents neatly on the desk.
“I don’t feel like having takeouts today. Order a seat from the Silver Tower Restaurant, and invite her,” Connor glanced outside the door.
“Sure, Alan followed Mr. Connor’s gaze and responded.
Camila checked the documents, clicked send, and felt a wave of relief wash over her as she hummed a tune, packing up to leave.
that moment, Alan came out of the CEO’s office.
“Alan, I’ve sent the mid–year performance report to your email. Please check,” Camila said with a smile.
“That was quick? Such efficiency deserves praise,” Alan expressed his surprise.
“It’s all thanks to the help and support from colleagues across departments that I could complete it smoothly.”
*Keep it up! Mr. Connor is treating us to lunch, and make sure you order something nice, Alan said with a sly smile.
Do I have to go?” Camila asked.
“You don’t have time?”
Camila shook her head.
“We leave in half an hour, Alan checked his watch.
After returning to his office, Alan opened the email and read the report, nodding in satisfaction. The staff trained by Mr. Cash were indeed competent
Half an hour later, the three of them headed to the building’s ground floor The driver opened the car door for Connor, Camila pudled open the passenger door. As she was about to get in, Alan stopped her with a smile, “Ladies ride in the back