“Hello,” Adrian greeted a woman whose clothes consisted of a smart black suit.
“Hello,” the manager of the restaurant Cass worked at greeted right back, a smile soon adorning her face. “If you’re looking for Cass, pretty boy, she’s not here yet.”
“Oh, I know,” he flashed her a smug knowing smile, making her smile drop ever so slightly, “Natasha, is it?”
“Yes. How may I help you?” The forty year old’s eyebrows were knitted together in a perplexed frown.
“You see, I have plans,” he told her good-humoredly, “that include Cass of course, and I was wondering how you’d feel about letting her have the day off?”
“I can’t afford that,” she replied seriously with an apologetic smile, “Although the restaurant isn’t that big, there’d be too much pressure on Alexia.”
Adrian clicked his fingers, a
