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    “Mr. Connor, I’d like to discuss the technical issues further,” Bryan said.


    Connor nced at Cam and instructed, “Why don’t you head to the lounge to rx for a bit?”


    The factory manager directed someone to take Cam to the lounge, where some fresh fruit and


    tea had been prepared.


    After organizing her meeting notes in the lounge, Cam shrugged and yawned.She propped her


    head up to read the product manual, but the more she read, the sleepier she became, eventually


    dozing off on the desk.


    Connor and Bryan exited the meeting room. The factory manager inquired, “Mr. Connor, I’ve


    arranged a guest room for Cam.”


    “Will I be in the usual room?” Bryan asked.


    “Yes, you’ll have your usual room, and Cam’s is right next door,” the manager said, handing over


    the keys to both rooms.


    Connor thought for a moment and then said, “There’s no need to arrange a room for her.”


    The factory manager paused, then nodded. “Alright.”


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    “Mr. Connor, you’re not thinking of sending Cam home at this hour, are you?” Bryan nced at


    the clock, which showed 8 PM, and frowned.


    “She can stay at my ce. It’s not really appropriate for a woman to be staying in the men’s lodging


    area,” Connor suggested.


    The factory manager looked puzzled. The men’s lodging area? She would be in a separate guest


    room, wouldn’t she? Had Mr. Connor misunderstood, thinking Cam’s room was like the other


    housing with four workers each?


    He was about to rify, but Connor had already started walking away.


    “Here’s the key,” Bryan ced the other key on the table, stretching his neck tiredly. “I’m beat. I’ll


    order some takeout, have a shower, and hit the sack.


    Bryan picked up the key from the table and nodded.


    Connor opened the door to the lounge and saw Cam asleep at the desk. He frowned slightly as


    he approached her. Her hands were folded under her head like a diligent student. Her face was


    turned to the side, her curled eyshes casting a soft shadow under the light, her nose small and


    perky.


    Connor watched her for a moment, then gentlyid his suit jacket over her.


    Cam was sleeping soundly, breathing softly. Connor moved to a sofa nearby, crossed his legs,


    and began reading a product inspection report.


    About ten minutester, his phone rang.


    The sound woke Cam up, and she lifted her head groggily. The suit jacket slipped from her


    shoulders as she looked around, bewildered by the disturbance.


    Connor nced at her and answered the phone, his tone slightly annoyed, “What is it?”


    Cam sat up straight, smoothing her hair, and neatly folded the suit jacket.


    Connor tugged at his tie, discontentedly saying, “Why are you calling my phone to speak to her?”


    “I don’t have her number! And what’s with your attitude? It’s like I owe you money or something,” the


    person on the other end retorted, clearly irritated by Connor’s inexplicable anger.


    Connor stood up, walked over to Cam, and handed her the phone.


    Cam’s heartbeat quickened as she looked up into Connor’s dark eyes. “Here, it’s for you,” he


    said.


    As Cam reached for the phone, her slender fingertips identally brushed against Connor’s


    warm fingers, sending a jolt like electricity through both their fingertips, racing to their hearts. Her


    heart pounded rapidly, almost leaping out of her chest.


    Connor’s fingers trembled slightly, and he quickly withdrew them.