Rafael, ever the showman, gestured grandly as if he were unveiling a priceless painting. “Cassie, meet Veronica Lane—one of our brightest stars, sharpest tongues, and possibly the only woman in this building who could out-drama me in a staring contest.” The woman, Veronica, arched one perfectly sculpted brow at his introduction. Her lips curved, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Flattery as always, Rafael? At this hour? You must need something. And... who's this?” she said, motioning her eyes towards Cassie. Cassie stood awkwardly at Rafael’s side, clutching her bag strap. She forced a polite smile. “Hi. I’m Cassie.” Veronica’s gaze flickered over her once more, slow and deliberate yet again. Then she tilted her head, her voice smooth but carrying a sting Cassie couldn’t miss. “Cassie… And Rafael escorted you here personally, I guess. How interesting.” Something about the way she said it made Cassie’s skin prickle. Why do I feel like I just signed up for a competition I di
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