CASSANDRA
The bell jingled above the doorway as Cassandra stepped into the cafe. The atmosphere was warm and enticing, emerging her into the fragrance of roasted coffee beans and baked goods.
The small restaurant was nearly packed. Families filled each booth, all dressed in their Sunday's best, just coming from a nearby church service. Whimsical giggles from children who bounced and wriggled across the cheap vinyl seats of the booths penetrated the air, followed by mothers chiding their behavior. Across the room, stools at the bar were occupied by brawny truck drivers just passing through town, all looking like they could use a good shower and shave.
Cassandra tugged off her hat, letting her tresses tickle her neck as she freed her hair. She was thankful it was finally Sunday, the one day where she could let loose. This certainly wasn't where she would have preferred to spend the afternoon, but Nadia had insisted they meet today. The woma
A desirous smile extended across Jade's face, plumping her blushing cheeks as she was stirred awake. She had felt the tender grazes from his warm mouth advancing down her throat before she'd become mindful of what the sensation had been. Her eyes, still heavy and tired from the night before, opened to daylight spilling in through the slats of the window blinds; soft, yellow, and registering that it was early in the morning. Miguel gently kissed the crevice of her neck once more, letting his lips linger and graze. His hot breath awakened her core, although the rest of her had yet to catch up. She felt the blues of her eyes disappear behind a curtain of lashes again, but his persistence warded off any sleep.Inhaling the scent of clean, fragrant soap which permeated the air around them, she forced herself to move. It would do no good to fight the inevitable; she had to get up because of a doctor's appointment. Jade wound awrist over the back of his neck and swirled he
Jade had only been situated on the tall examination chair for a moment before a knock came from behind the closed door. The long strip of hygienic paper beneath her bottom annoyingly crinkled as she attempted to adjust the thin medical gown she was wearing. No matter how much she tugged or arranged it, it seemed impossible to cover her exposed backside.The doctor entered the room, bringing the scent of sugar with her. It was overpowering and excessively sweet, causing the contents of Jade's stomach to churn. The woman, better-looking than her online photo depicted, gave her and then Miguel a welcoming grin before pushing aside the fringed bangs of her bleached hair, which had swayed across her forehead. The roots of it were dark, matching the shade of her penciled-in eyebrows. "Good morning, I'm Doctor Collins," she announced.The polite smile Jade wore had quickly dissolved after they shook hands. She had been forcing herself to breathe from her mouth but had
In an environment that once felt chaotic: unfamiliar, uncertain, and crowded by strangers that seldomly ever acknowledge her, she had discovered order. The sound of her shoes squeaking across the tiled floor never brought recognition; not for any reason did she receive, in passing, a simple glance upward or a smile that said hello. The staff had been trained well, keeping their eyes low and their attention toward anything but her."They get paid to see as little as possible," Miguel's words would echo in her thoughts.It felt like she were just another statue in the corridor. Eventually, she stopped noticing the staff as well.She did have daily interactions with Cassandra, although, recently, even she seemed to keep a distance. Their morning conversations over a cup of coffee lasted for around fifteen minutes, consisting of mainly informational topics. Each morning, Cassandra had fixed her hair before work and then applied a light coat of makeup
At 5:00 P.M. the tall door to the suite promptly cracked open. Jade hadn't heard the soft tapping coming from behind it because she'd been sitting in the dressing room at the time, applying the finishing touches of her makeup. Yvonne had informed her that they'd be traveling with some of Miguel's business associates, and she would need to make herself presentable."You'll sit at the rear of the plane,"the woman's voice mimicked in her thoughts, "You're to remain quiet but vigil. Don't sleep, don't slouch, and do not interrupt."The soft bristles of a powder brush swept across her stained rosy cheeks one last time before she tucked it away into a soft carrying case. She was more than happy to follow along with the rules if it meant she would get to spend Christmas with Miguel."Ms. Jade?"Her eyes darted up into the reflection of the vanity mirror, noticing the slim figure now standing in the doorway. "Cassandra," she smiled
Cassandra stepped out of the SUV, happily stretching her cramped limbs. The private airfield was only a few miles from the estate, but she'd already spent most of her day in the sitting position. Now she'd have to endure a plane ride with more of the butt-numbing activity, only this time she'd have extensive legroom. The door to the aircraft was already opened, with its staircase descending towards the pavement. Her feet shuffled in the direction of the car parked in front of them. Even though the other staff members were already headed for the aircraft, she had an assignment: act like a friend, not the help. She decided a friend would wait for Jade.She stood near the rear of the vehicle, crossing her arms over her chest. The evening air chilled her. Neither Jade nor Miguel had exited the vehicle yet. He was giving the staff time to get settled. She turned when she heard the driver's door open a few moments later. Jade's door was the closest to him, so she was let out fi
Jade bent her neck, staring up at the hotel. It was nothing short of modern, located on what was known as Billionaire's Row on 57th Street. Every level of the large tower was made of reflective glass that cast off prismatic gleams from the surrounding city lights. She could barely make out the brightly-lit night sky between the narrow spaces of the surrounding buildings."Welcome to the Park Hyatt, Mr. Santos," The bellman greeted, propping the door open as they neared the entrance. Her feet followed, holding onto Miguel's hand as another uniformed man led them to the elevator, only he was wearing what appeared to be a butler suit. She could feel the stares as they crossed the lobby, everyone wondering what made her so special that she would be the lucky girl on his arm. It made her proud, anxious, and bothered all at once. Once inside the lift, the hotel staff member pressed the button marked PH.That's when she noticed they were on a private elevator, reser
The next morning Jade wasn't surprised when she had found herself alone. Miguel always left for work before she woke, and today was no different. She had woken up several times throughout the night to find him clicking away at his keyboard. She unraveled the soft sheet from around her limbs and pushed herself out of bed, the kitchen now being her primary target. Skipping dinner had left her hungrier than usual. Her feet padded across the cold hardwood floor, slowing to take in the view of varying-height rooftops spread out in all directions.As she rounded the corner, her eyes fell onto a thick envelope on the countertop. Her fingers hesitated as she picked it up, examining the contents. Inside she found a stack of cash along with a black Amex card and instantly knew Miguel had left it there for her.Great!Her chest instantly sighed with dread. Jadehad hoped that he would've changed his mind or maybe forget about the idea altogether. 
It was well into the afternoon when Jade felt her feet dragging along, tired of walking and being stepped on by other tourists. Last-minute holiday shoppers were a whole different level of aggressive. They had stopped at almost every store along the way, starting withArmani, where Jade picked up a silk dress with tulle sleeves, a leather handbag, and a pair of aviator sunglasses. They circled back to East 57th Street, where they continued ontoLouis Vuitton, Saint Laurent, Burberry, Chanel, Dior, andFendi.In total, Jade had calculated that she had spent roughly over twenty-thousand dollars, and by the amount of bags on Cassandra's arms, she had a lot to show for it. Although Jade made it a point not to focus on price tags, she also didn't want to buy everything just for the sake of proving a point. The items that had caught her eye were few and far between, but they also were exceedingly expensive. Still, she never blinke