Part 273

She was determined to keep her focus on the conference and work.

Lisa entered her room, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She was finally alone, away from Canary's piercing gaze. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling that had settled in her stomach.

As she began to unpack, her mind wandered back to Canary. She couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, why he seemed so interested in her. She pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand.

Meanwhile, Canary was in his own room, his mind racing with thoughts of Lisa. He couldn't believe how beautiful she was, how captivating. He wanted to know more about her, to explore the connection between them.

As he unpacked, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. He knew that this conference was going to be interesting, and he was eager to see what the next few days would bring. Little did he know, Lisa was thinking the same thing.

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That evening, Canary dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He waited for Lisa to emerge from her room, expecting her to be equally dressed up.

But when Lisa stepped out, Canary's expression fell. She was wearing a simple yet elegant dress, but it wasn't what Canary had envisioned. He had expected something more... dazzling.

"Lisa, I thought we discussed the dress code," Canary said, his voice tinged with disappointment.

Lisa looked at him, confusion etched on her face. "We didn't discuss anything, Canary. Besides, this is a professional conference, not a fashion show."

Canary's eyes narrowed, his gaze lingering on Lisa's dress. "You're representing our company, Lisa. I expect you to dress accordingly."

Lisa's expression turned icy. "I am dressing professionally, Canary. And I won't be dictated to on what to wear."

The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words. Canary's eyes seemed to bore into Lisa's, as if trying to will her to change her outfit. But Lisa stood her ground, her jaw set in defiance.