Cassandra Dimitrescu Romane & Geschichten

Naputol ang pagmumuni-muni ko nang bumukas ang pinto ng study. “Sir Damon,” Allison said, stepping inside with a concerned look. “May bisita ka. Urgent.” “Tanghali na,” I muttered. “Sino?” “Cassandra Villareal.” Shit. Tumayo ako agad. “Where is she?” “Nasa receiving lounge. Gusto ka raw kausapin. Ayaw umalis hangga’t hindi ka lumalabas.” I walked out without another word. Pagdating ko sa receiving area, Cassandra was already seated—legs crossed, lipstick too red, dress too tight for this early in the day. Her eyes lit up when she saw me, but there was venom in her smile.