Chapter 18


    Connor was deep in discussion with his subordinates from the R&D department at Future Inc., the leader in modern robotics


    technology. He even had suggestions for modifying the programming


    After what seemed like an endless meeting, Cam finally understood why Bryan and the others had made sum to eat well


    beforehand. The meeting had stretched over three hours and was only halfway through its agenda.


    “Thanks, everyone, that’s it for now? Connor announced atst.


    Relieved, Cam checked her watch-9.30 PM. After organizing her documents, she returned to her desk, where Curtis had sent


    her the


    files.


    Cam: [Thank you so much. I owe you a smoothie tomorrow!


    Curtis: No worries, always happy to help a beauty!]


    “Cam, how are you finding the pace of work? n asked.


    “It’s okay,” Cam replied with a smile.


    “Keep it up! I have high hopes for you!” n encouraged her giving a thumbs up.


    Connor walked out of his office.


    “Mr. Connor, I’ll have the driver bring the car around,” n said.


    Connor nced at his watch, a slight frown on his face, and then at Cam. “Let’s grab a bite downstairs before heading back,”


    he told


    n,


    n was momentarily surprised but quickly recovered. “Sure.”


    Cam assumed she was not included and said, “I’ll head off then.”


    “Join us,” Connor said simply


    Tm not hungry. You two go ahead,” Cam quickly declined, not keen on dining with her boss.


    “Come on, it’s Mr. Connors treat” n joked.


    “Really, I’m too tired to eat Cam blurted out, immediately regretting her words.


    Connor’s expression darkened slightly. “Am I working you too hard?”


    Cam sensed that the implied meanings behind his words were awkward. She replied promptly. “I’lle.”


    The three of them went to a diner downstairs.


    Connor ordered a seafood chowder and some sides.


    “Any dietary restrictions?” the server asked.


    “Please serve the chives andtro separately, not in the chowder Connor requested.


    Cam was slightly taken aback. n looked at Connor with confusion as well.


    “Til be right back, Connor said, ignoring n’s gaze and heading to the restroom


    As soon as Connor left,


    It, n spoke with a puzzled look, “Strange, since when does Mr. Connor dislike chives andtro?”


    Cam just shrugged and gave a sheepish smile.


    “It’s the first time Mr. Connor is having dinner after a meeting. Quite unusual,”


    “Mr. Connor doesn’t like dinner? Cam asked, puzzled.


    “Not exactly. Mr. Connor is a workaholic. He often s k ip s meals when he’s busy, so his grandfather insisted on having a personal


    N?velDrama.Org (C) content.


    assistant ensure he eats.”


    stomach issues. But she


    “Does Mr. Connor have a bad stomach? Camughed, amused by the thought of a powerful CEO with s quickly covered her


    mouth, realizing her faux pas


    nughed. “Not really, but… Mr. Connor’s grandmother


    er passed away from stomach cancer, so he’s very particr about his meals.”


    “That makes sense, Cam nodded in realization.


    “So your primary task is to keep an eye on Mr. Connor’s dietary habits.”


    “Understood.” Since Connor showed no signs of dismissing her and for the sake of her sry, she was determined to excel at her


    job.


    When Connor returned, their conversation paused.