Chapter Fourteen: What to believe

As Cassandra arrived work the next morning, the receptionist greeted her with a knowing smile. "Someone has been waiting for you, Miss Cassandra."

Cassandra's wondered who could be visiting her this early. Curiously she made her way to the waiting area, where she found her sister Mildred sitting, dressed in an outfit that made Cassandra raise an eyebrow.

Mildred's blouse was pressed tightly against her chest, accentuating her cleavage. Cassandra's gaze lingered, surprised by her sister's bold choice.

As Mildred stood to hug her, Cassandra smiled, trying to play it cool. "Hey, Mil. What brings you here? how did you find where I work.?

Mildred's grin sparkled with mischief. "Nothing, just wanted to say hello before heading to the café. Plus I told you about the job opening here remember?"

Cassandra's eyes still scanned her sister's outfit, unsure what to make of it. "Okay, thanks for coming. You look... quite stylish today."

Mildred chuckled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "This.. Just trying something new."

As they hugged again, Cassandra couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to Mildred's visit than met the eye.

Cassandra led Mildred to her office, but before opening the door, she turned to her sister with a raised eyebrow. "You know this is an office complex, right?"

Mildred chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You even have an office," she teased.

"Of course," Cassandra replied, her expression deadpan. "My job is a sensitive one. I need all the space I can get."

Mildred smirked, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Then I can't wait to see your apartment."

Cassandra's eyes narrowed. "I'm not sure you're ready for that."

Mildred's grin grew wider. "Oh, you have no idea. You should show me tonight."

"It's settled then." Cassandra replied.

They spoke about random stuff, and Mildred occasionally asked about other employees, specifically dwelling on her boss the manager. Cassandra just merely brushed it off with a shrug.

Just as the sisters were deep in conversation, the office door swung open, and a deep, resonant voice interrupted their chat.

"Who's taking away my employee's time with idle chatter?" Mr. Gad asked, a hint of amusement dancing on his lips.

Cassandra's eyes sparkled as she retorted, "And who comes to my office without knocking?" Her grin was wide and inviting.

Mildred, caught off guard, turned to face Mr. Gad. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in his chiseled features and imposing presence. Unbeknownst to her, her shoulders shifted, subtly adjusting her blouse to reveal more of her cleavage.

However, Mr. Gad's gaze didn't waver from Cassandra, his expression softening. Mildred, despite her attempts to draw his attention, remained unnoticed.

The air was charged with an undercurrent of tension as Mr. Gad's focus remained solely on Cassandra.

As he entered, Cassandra introduced her sister with a warm smile. "Mr. Gad, this is my mother's first born,Mildred." She smiled.

"Mil, this is Mr Gad,the manager."

Mildred swiftly extended her hand for a handshake, he hesitated for a moment before accepting her hand, his greeting polite but reserved. "Nice to meet you."

Mildred's response was mixed with a subtle seductiveness, her voice low and husky. "Nice to meet you as well." As she spoke, she discreetly licked her lips, her back to Cassandra, who remained oblivious to the gesture.

Mr. Gad's expression flickered with discomfort, his frown fleeting but noticeable. He promptly withdrew his hand from Mildred's grasp, his demeanor professional but detached.

As he departed, Mildred turned to Cassandra, her eyes sparkling with observation. "Cass, I couldn't help but notice how he looked at you. He's clearly smitten."

Cassandra dismissed the notion with a chuckle. "Oh, don't be ridiculous, Mil. He's just being polite."

Mildred raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Polite? That man was eating you up with his eyes!"

Cassandra playfully rolled her eyes. "Anyway, you should get going. Mother's probably waiting for you at the café."

Mildred smiled, knowing she had to leave. With a quick kiss on Cassandra's cheek, she bid her farewell. "I'll catch up with you later. Can't wait to see your new place."

As Mildred walked out of the office, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the prospect of seeing Mr. Gad again. Little did she know, their paths would cross sooner rather than later.

That evening,Mr. Gad drove Cassandra home after accompanying her to the mall for groceries. As they left the mall, a woman's piercing yet curious gaze followed them to the car.

Cassandra prepared a quick stir-fry for dinner, while he sat in the living room, his mind wandering to erotic images of her. He didn't just admire her; he wanted to possess her in every way possible.

After dinner, they settled in to watch a TV program together, although their moment was occasionally interrupted by calls Mr Gad refused to answer. Cassandra leaned against his shoulders, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace and happiness from his affection. Jim was never meant to be her fate, but this man had gradually begun to occupy her thoughts.

As they sat together, one thing led to another, and they found themselves lost in a passionate kiss. Just as things were heating up, the doorbell rang, jolting them back to reality.

Cassandra hastily got up to answer the door, trying to adjust her disheveled clothes. When she opened the door, she was surprised to find Mildred standing there, a bright smile on her face. Cassandra's greeting was awkward, her cheeks still flushed from the interrupted kiss.

Mildred found her way following Cassandra's direction, she admired the view outside and was sure the interior would look better.

Cassandra led her in but she wasn't surprised to see Mr Gad, Cassandra's flushed cheek and clothing was proof something was going on. She smiled and said hello to him then sat opposite him, she no longer wanted to throw herself at him. It was clear he wanted Cassandra.

Meanwhile, Jade, Claus's ailing twin, beamed with joy as her room door swung open to admit Claire, her best friend since childhood. Claire kissed Jade's forehead and sat beside her, inquiring about her health.

"Enough about me," Jade said, her curiosity piqued. "How's the man?"

Claire's expression turned somber, and she fell silent. Jade's eyes narrowed. "What is it?"

"He's been keeping late nights for three days in a row," Claire replied, her voice laced with concern. "I'm here this late because I was getting bored waiting up."

Jade's brow furrowed. "It might be work."

Claire's eyes sparkled with a hint of anger. "I don't think so. I saw him with a woman at the mall."

Jade's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? Who could it be?"

Claire's voice dropped to a menacing tone. "I have no idea, but I'll find that bitch soon and tear her from limb to limb."