Chapter 12


    After exchanging greetings, he unlocked the front door with the fingerprint scanner. Cami followed him inside.


    As they moved through the foyer into the living room, she was taken aback by the beauty of the space. The open, airy room was


    lit brightly, with floor to ceiling windows offering an unobstructed view of the stunning seascape.


    *Mr. Connor is still asleep. You can rx in the living room for a bit. You’ll wake him around 8:15 for breakfast” David said as he


    set out the insted boxes of breakfast on the table.


    She nodded and took a seat on the couch, her eyes immediately drawn to a wall covered in famous paintings.


    They were by a renowned contemporary artist, Peter, and she happened to be a fan. Each piece was worth millions, and all


    together, they were valued at over a hundred million.


    Cam rememberedst year’s financial report from thepany. With the huge R&D costs, the profits had just barely topped a


    hundred million. It amazed her how extravagant her boss could be, and she shook her head in disbelief.


    David brewed a pot of coffee and poured a cup for Cam. The room was filled with its rich aroma, “Cam, have some coffee.”


    “Thank you, David.”


    Cam sniffed the coffee, appreciating its strong aroma. She took a sip, finding the taste smooth with a hint of acidity and


    bitterness, not too overwhelming. After a sip, she set the cup down. She preferred her coffee sweet, and this was not to her taste.


    ording to the information given to her by n, Connor disliked sweets. Yet, she was particrly fond of sweet things, like


    mocha. “David, could you teach me how to make coffee?” Even if it was just for a day’s work, she wanted to excel at her tasks,


    starting with learning how to brew the boss’ favorite coffee.


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    “Of course, I’ll show you, David replied with a pleased smile. He had made coffee for many secretaries before, but she was the


    first to


    ask to learn.


    “These are Kopi Luwak coffee beans”


    “Civet coffee? Cam eximed, horrified at the thought that she had just drunk something excreted by a cat.


    David just chuckled in response.


    When the clock struck 8:15, David instructed. “Go wake Mr. Connor up. The door is unlocked. Just go right in,” “Mr. Connor is not


    a morning person, and if he seems moody, please don’t take it personally,” he added. “Understood.” Cam was me n t ll y


    prepared, knowing that her high sry also included dealing with such situations. She cautiously pushed open the bedroom door.


    The room was brightly lit, and she frowned slightly.


    Just a few steps in, she tumed to look towards the walk-in closet, her gazending on a man’s bare back, his shoulders broad and


    waist slim, his muscles smoothly defined.


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    Cam was stunned. She hadn’t expected this scene. Her heart pounded wildly, and her cheeks involuntarily flushed red. She


    wanted to turn and flee but felt that would be improper. So, she stood at the doorway of the walk-in closet, feeling awkward and


    uncertain. Connor had already heard the door open. He calmly continued buttoning his shirt. Once dressed, he turned around, his


    gaze meeting Cam’s. At that moment, the air in the room seemed to freeze.


    *Seen enough?” Connor asked c l ly.


    Cam quickly averted her gaze, squeezing out a professional smile to hide her embarrassment. “Mr. Connor, your breakfast is


    ready.”


    “Got it.”


    Just as Connor finished speaking, Cam rushed out of his bedroom. He shook his head, amused by her reaction.