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    Cam was startled, her mouth twitching slightly.


    What is all this about? It would have been better if your office had no flowers at all. So domineering!‘


    Her inner monologue was going wild, but outwardly, she maintained a professional smile and


    nodded. “Of course, Mr. Connor. I will pass on the message.”


    Connor nodded in satisfaction, then turned to n. “Anything else?”


    n gave an awkward smile. “No, Mr. Connor, I’ll head out now.”


    He sheepishly left the office, leaving Gam and Connor eyeing each other. “Mr. Connor, I’ll take my


    leave too,” Cam said.


    Connor acknowledged her, and after she left, he lit his cigarette, the smoke curling around his lips.


    When he looked up, Cam was chatting with another secretary. She had a bright red rose by her


    face, making her look even more charming than the flower.


    “Ah? I didn’t know Mr. Connor was allergic to pollen. I used to ce flowers here before.”


    Camughed helplessly. “I just found out, too.”


    T’ve sent a group email, asking them to dispose of the flowers,” the other secretary sighed.


    She hesitated for a few seconds, then took the roses out of the vase, “Poor flowers, I guess the


    trash is their final destiny. Being thrown away twice must feel terrible…”


    Colleagues started tossing the flowers into the bin. n passed by, saw the bin full of red roses,


    and clicked his tongue. “Should have kept my mouth shut, such beautiful flowers.”


    Cam saw him and asked, “n, doesn’t Mr. Connor also keep fresh flowers at home? Howe


    he’s suddenly allergic to pollen?”


    n looked at her thoughtfully and smiled, “He just developed the allergy.”


    Cam blinked, puzzled, as she watched n’s retreating figure.


    *Just developed an allergy to pollen?” she murmured to herself. What did that even mean?


    Cam shook her head. She had alreadyplied with


    his request to clear out the flowers from the office anyway.


    She had just sat down at her desk when Connor came out of his office, a faint smell of tobo


    about him. He gave her a chilly nce as if in a bad mood. “Time to leave.”


    “Okay.”


    They got into the car, and the driver started the engine. Cam looked ahead at the traffic. The car


    was quiet for a moment.


    *Cam, what are your career ns?” Connor’s voice was deep.


    Cam turned to look at him, puzzled. She wondered, ‘Why is he suddenly interested in my career


    ns today? Could a promotion and a raise be on the horizon?


    With a burst of spirit, she formally responded, “My career n is to do well in my current role, gain


    more experience and skills, and gradually work towards higher positions.”


    Is Howard pursuing you?” Connor suddenly changed the topic.


    Cam frowned slightly, nodding awkwardly. “It seems so.”


    I think you should focus on your work at this stage.” Connor’s tone was indifferent.


    Cam’s heart sank.


    Doomed


    Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    After thest blind date and Mr. Howard’s advances, Connor must think she was not focused on her


    work


    She adjusted her sitting posture, showing a more serious attitude and firmly assured him. “Yes, for


    the next three no, five years, have? The ns for manage or romance


    eyebrow nodding in causfaction!