LAUREN'S POV
The manager followed the direction of my gaze, her head tilting ever so slightly as her sharp eyes scanned the room. A moment later, recognition flickered across her face.
“Oh, Cassandra,” she said smoothly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “She’s my personal assistant. And…” the manager gestured with a subtle nod of her chin, “—she’s coming over here right now.”
My lips pressed into a thin line. Of course, she was. Just perfect.
Part of me felt relieved though. Finally, here was my chance — my chance to demand an explanation for her attitude toward me the last time we crossed paths. Normally, I avoid unnecessary interactions. People are exhausting, and frankly, most of the time, they aren’t worth the energy it takes to engage them. But this Cassandra…
