Cassandra Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

“Elias Gray. Thank you for accepting me in your firm. Ms. Vale told me that you needed a lawyer as a second advisor to your lawyer.” “Valerie is fine,” I said. My palm was steady when he shook it; the temperature of his hand matched the room, controlled. “It is Rosalyn who thinks we need reinforcement. I trust her judgment.” “And I trust yours,” he replied, taking the seat I indicated. “I’ll work alongside Ms. Lewis to review investor contracts and filings, particularly with Lorenzo D’Amaris as I was informed that he is one of your potential investors..” My mouth flattened around that name. “You know him?”

A faint, victorious smile crossed her lips. "Perfect," she murmured. Vincent frowned, stepping closer to the monitors. "They completely refused the Council's offer. How is that perfect?" "Exactly," Cassandra said, closing the laptop screen with a definitive snap. "Now they'll walk willingly into the one place Lorenzo Dimitri cannot control: the courtroom." She turned her gaze toward the snow-covered alpine window, her voice dripping with calculated malice. "And that's where I'll make Mrs. Dimitri question the one thing she's never doubted... her husband's true reason for marrying her."

just a nobody. "But they really need to stop this bad behavior already, they derived joy in seeing other people hurt", I blurted out. She nodded. "Iam Kelsi" I introduce myself collecting the bottle water I dropped earlier from her. "Rita!" She smiled widely, she is no doubt adorable with her red lips and big bright eyes. I smiled. "Let's get something before the break ends" rita urged exictedly while her followed behind her. After break, I walked into the class and sat down.

Nothing that could be grabbed or used against me. Hana walked behind us, her eyes scanning every face in the crowd. The questions hit before we reached the microphones. Celeste! Is it true you're cooperating with investigators? Daphne! How long have you known about the stolen data? Are you afraid of going to prison? Who is the architect? Why now? Celeste raised her hand. The crowd fell silent—not because they respected her, but because they wanted to hear what she would say. "My name is Celeste Laurent," she began. "I founded Laurent Axis Technologies. I built Oracle. And I am responsible for what it became."

Ravens pov Man that was the hottest thing I have ever seen, not to mention the beauty of the woman in front of me, I have been around a lot of gorgeous woman in my life and even fucked a lot of them but none of them came close to this woman. She just turned around like nothing happened and sat down to put her knee high black boots on, like it was the most natural thing to happen. The same guards as before came in again and just shook their heads at the rouge, showing no signs of sympathy for the man dying on the cell floor. "Now how did we know that was going to happen" he chuckled and ordered one of the other guards to take the rouge out of the dungeon, he waited until the hallway was clear

At 11:58, Cassandra arrived. She moved through the factory with practiced ease, clearly familiar with the location. She went to the center of the main floor and waited. At midnight exactly, someone else entered. Ivy's breath caught. It was Nadia Okonkwo. The former director of the Prometheus Institute, who was supposed to be under investigation by the Council. Who was supposed to be restricted to Geneva. Who definitely wasn't supposed to be meeting with Cassandra in a secret location. "Report," Nadia said without preamble.

He was formidable, a force of nature in the corporate world. Cassandra Reyes, impeccably dressed in a sharp crimson suit, sat further down the table, her posture perfect, her expression serene. She listened intently, occasionally making a note, her dark eyes missing nothing. Whenever Damian referenced a slide Isabelle had helped prepare, Cassandra’s gaze would flick to Isabelle, a brief, almost imperceptible narrowing of her eyes that sent a shiver down Isabelle’s spine. It was a silent, constant reminder of the unspoken rivalry, the territorial claim.

The city streets were abnormally silent that evening, the sort of stillness that sent the hackles rising. Alexander, Isabella, and their partner Lucas, a seasoned mole within Cassandra's empire moved purposively quietly through the alleys, steering clear of CCTV and roving guards. "This way," Lucas gasped, taking them to a utilitarian-style building on the perimeter. "Cassandra's personal files are stored here. I used to have access… she doesn't trust anyone any longer, but some of the residual security is still online."

Nick walked out immediately, rubbing his forehead in agony and shame, he didn't have far to go, we had officers waiting on the outside for him also. I take my seat in the boss' chair, smiling, I looked around the table. "Hello gentlemen, my name is Camila Clair Camorra, I am your CEO" I say leaning back and watching their faces go from shocked to very impressed. Elijah smiles at me in adoration, he's so handsome!. But what are the odds, I'm the villain in everyone else's story except his.

“It was a file dumped into their stage system through a corrupted USB. Disguised as a lighting cue update.” Miguel crossed his arms. “Who inserted it?” Carlos narrowed his eyes. “Whoever it was used a recycled contributor profile—one that shouldn’t even exist anymore.” He typed fast. A tag popped up on screen. **CRISTINA.MD.Z** Miguel blinked. Cristina Mendoza. Ximena’s former assistant. The same woman who helped Tania breach Antonio’s internal system once before. “I thought she was in Geneva,” Carlos muttered. “She was,” Miguel said. “But she’s not now.”