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“Being tall isn’t everything!” Camila huffed, hands on her hips. “I’m five foot eight in heels!” Her heels added a good three inches to her height, making them an integral part of her stature.
“Oh, Connor chuckled, a trace of indulgence barely noticeable in his eyes. He spoke softly, “Go put on your shoes.”
Camila responded and clattered off to the bathroom to slip on a pair of men’s slippers.
When she returned from the bathroom, she found the office empty. She sat on the couch, bored, swinging her legs… Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.
Ten minutes later, the office door swung open, and Connor walked in, carrying several large paper bags.
Camila immediately ran up to help him. Connor handed her two of the bags. “These contain some women’s clothing and toiletries. Get changed, and after your shower join me for breakfast.”
Camila nodded, taking the bags back to the rest lounge.
One bag contained a professional outfit: trousers, a blouse, underwear, and toiletries.
From another bag, she pulled out bras… Bras of all sizes, A, B, C, D, E, F…G.
Camila frowned. Why did he think these would fit me? I might manage a D. She took a D cup and other items into the bathroom.
After her shower, she was about to change into fresh clothes, when her eyes widened at the tags. Designer labels!
The blouse was $2,580! The trousers, $3,326!
She nearly choked on her own spit. Thankfully, she hadn’t worn them out yet.–They could be returned.
She changed back into her clothes from the day before and meticulously folded the designer clothes to return them.
She exited the rest lounge. Connor had already set up breakfast and even brewed two cups of coffee.
Seeing her in yesterday’s attire, Connor frowned, “Why are you still wearing that?”
“Sir… I can’t wear those clothes. Please give me the receipt so I can return them…”
“The manager went to the store early this morning to pick those out, and you just want to return them? What about my dignity?” Connor’s tone held a hint of displeasure. “Go change.”
“But…” Camila hesitated.
“No buts, change, and let’s have breakfast. We have a busy day ahead,” Connor said firmly.
“Okay,” sighed Camila.
After breakfast, Camila folded Connor’s pajamas and packed them in a bag. “Mr. Connor, I’ve washed and packed your pajamas.”
Connor, who disliked wearing clothes others had worn, said, “No need, just dispose of them.”
‘Dispose of them? So he disliked them that much because 1 wore them!‘
Camila forced a smile, “Then I’ll take care of it.”
Well! If he disliked them, she might as well cut them up for doll clothes!
Connor simply nodded.
Camila left the office and returned to her desk, focusing on her work.
By 8:30 AM, colleagues began arriving. She handed over the organized media materials to a colleague, who looked surprised.
“Camila, I left at three AM last night, and you were still here. I thought I’d be the first one in today, but you beat me to it,” the colleague remarked.
She smiled awkwardly, “Actually, I left shortly after you did. I live close to the office, so it’s convenient.”
If her colleagues knew she had spent the night in the boss‘ rest lounge, that news would spread through the company in under half a minute. By tomorrow, rumors that she was the boss‘ wife would be flying everywhere.
“This year, they should give you the Employee of the Year award,” her colleague said teasingly.
Camila simply smiled faintly, choosing not to continue the conversation.