A One Night Stand With My Boss

The scene around was buzzing with excitement and curiosity. “Wow, look, isn’t that a Rolls-Royce?” a young man exclaimed, pointing at the car in awe. “Absolutely, and it’s a stretch limo too. How much do you think that costs?” another bystander chimed in with envy.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Inside the car, Camila sat enveloped in tranquility, an oasis of calm contrasting sharply with the noisy world outside, oblivious to the discussions happening around her.

Young handed her a sandwich and a glass of milk. “Camila, you haven't had breakfast yet, right? Mr. Connor specifically asked me to bring you some,” he said

“Thank you,” Camila responded, pleasantly surprised by the gesture. Connor was always so thoughtful, even considering her breakfast. It was still early, before the morning rush, so the streets were relatively clear, allowing for a smooth drive.

Soon, the car reached the outskirts of the village.

“Young, please pull over somewhere around here,” Camila instructed.

The car was too conspicuous, and she was concerned it might attract unnecessary attention and gossip in the village.

She wasn’t bothered for herself, but her mother was a sensitive soul, and she didn't want to cause her any distress.

Young nodded and slowly pulled over to the side of the road.

Camila got out of the car and headed straight for her home. As she approached the entrance of her building. she was surprised to find Cole standing there.

He was dressed in a crisp shirt, hands clasively folded behind his back, looking somewhat nervous.

When he saw Camila, a smile of relief spread across his face. "Cami, good morning,” greeted Cole warmly.

Camila looked at him in surprise. "Cole, what brings you here so early? Were you waiting for my mom?”

Cole nodded. "Yes, I was a bit worried and wanted to go to the hospital with you both.”

Camila acknowledged him, and they walked upstairs together.

Reaching the front door, Camila pulled out her keys, unlocked it, and both entered.

“Mom, I'm back,” Camila called out softly.

“Have you had breakfast yet?” Claire's voice was weak, and her face was pale and mostly concealed by a mask, except for her tired eyes.

A pang of concern hit Camila. She quickly went over to her mother, grasping her cold hands. “Mom, you look so pale. Are you alright?

Claire managed a weak smile, a shakingvier head. “It’s nothing, just a bit tired. You're making too much of it. ‘ir be fine after some rest”

Cole also approached, looking worriedly at Claire. “You look worse.

‘Let's not be stubborn. We should go to the hospital. I've already made.an appointment for you. We should” have the doctor check you thoroughly.” ite)

Camila grabbed a coat and draped it over her mother, leading her outside.

Claire nodded, allowing Camila to guide her out.

‘I'll call a cab,” Cole said, pulling out his phone as they descended the stairs.

Camila turned to him. "No need for a cab. I borrowed the company car and driver. It's parked at the village entrance. Cole nodded, putting away his phone.

“Oh dear, borrowing the company car, isn't that a bit inappropriate?” Claire frowned slightly.

Camila gently held her mother's _ hand, smiling reassuringly. “Mong don't werry. Our boss is very ~ understanding. He knew about the family emergency and specifically artanged the transport to help us."

“Oh, your boss really is a good man,” Claire praised.