Cassandra Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

She grumbled, watching the floor number changing, “You and the lieutenant are just the same.” Cattleya absently said as the elevator doors opened, “When it comes to Cassandra, we’d do anything for her. Just as we know, she’d do the same.” “Who are you really anyway?” “I’m Cattleya Kir, current president of the Kir Institute of Technology, CEO of Kir Tech.” Selena baffled, wondering if she was joking, “The K.I.T university? President?! CEO?” She looked way too young for that.

The attendant tells me causing me to curse almost immediately. "Fuck you." "Language, Leaxandra." Quinn mumbles followed by Claude and Hyde's whispers. "Luna, that's..." "That means she's either offended or pissed." "I apologize, my lady." Beau sighs, "You are allowed to tour any part of the castle for now. As I am certain that the Alpha wouldn't want her ladyship to get involved with this matter as well since we will be discussing the incident that happened seven years ago." As though a nerve ticked in his thick skull, Quinn immediately dismissed me at all costs. What I meant by that was the way he talked me out of the place like I'm some sort of trash just to keep me out. I should have kno

Seeing her cry, he pulled her to himself in a hug, “I know you will be fine. Stop crying okay, remember what the doctor said, you shouldn't go through stress. Get what you want let me drop you at the mansion.” Buzz Buzz, he phone rang, he checked the caller and it was Daniel. “Yes Daniel, have you gotten the answer?” He asked as soon as he answered the call. “Yes Sir, the administrator is a woman and she is the Ceo of R.B. Conglomerate,” Daniel informed him. “Okay Daniel. Thank you,” Kendrick thanked him. When Cassandra was done, he drove her home. His mood has lightened up a bit hearing the administrator is the Ceo of R.B.

Stopped directly in front of her. And smiled. It was sweet. But not friendly. "Ms. Valeza of Aureline," she said smoothly. "Right?" She extended her hand. "I'm Cassy Torres." Her eyes gleamed. "The youngest and current Chairman of Firm Jewelry."

“If Marcus thinks he can leak confidential data to Crane Industries and walk away unscathed, he’s mistaken.” Julian Crane. The name hit her like a shard of ice. Damian’s corporate rival — and the man who’d been following her lately, pretending it was coincidence. She pressed her palm to the glass, her reflection trembling. Damian’s assistant, Adrian Cole, replied sharply, “He’s not working alone. Cassandra Hale’s been visiting him. They’ve been exchanging files through a shell company.” Elena’s breath caught. Cassandra — the woman who smiled like a snake. The woman who used to call Damian darling in front of everyone, just to hurt her.

Allen was already thinking about the next step of his plan — how to solidify his image as the company’s true leader. “You are truly one of a kind,” the man complimented as they walked down the stairs. “I thought for sure that the Rodriguez group would finally crumble when they announced a woman as the next chairman.” “She was a capable woman though,” Allen defended, pretending to be annoyed by his words.

Not dangerous because of Herman. Not dangerous because of Mionier. Dangerous because she had begun caring. That was always the worst kind of danger. Near noon, Cassandra Warner arrived. The moment she stepped onto the executive floor, the atmosphere changed. People noticed. People always noticed Cassandra. Director of Strategic Development. Thirty-seven years old. Brilliant. Elegant. Terrifying when necessary. The type of woman who never raised her voice because she never needed to. Power followed her naturally. "Cassandra," Vivianne greeted.

She wanted something warm. The phone call she'd received a week ago had come as a nice surprise. Miguel Santos, one of the most desired bachelors in the city, had a new girlfriend. There was no astonishment there. What she hadn't been expecting was that he wanted, once again, for Cassandra to be this new girlfriend's personal assistant. She knew why: If she could survive the demon sitting in front of her, then she could survive anyone else thrown her way. She didn't even need to consider it. It was an offer she couldn't resist. Her money had been squandered, and she doubted anybody would be more horrible than Ms. Nadiva.

Dimitri’s eyes scanned the room only briefly before returning to his conversation, his demeanor effortlessly commanding respect without demanding it. Cassandra, moving slightly through the crowd to continue mingling with her company’s supporters, couldn’t help but notice the quiet ripples of fascination following Dimitri. A few whispered remarks reached her: comments about Jenkins Enterprises’ dominance, subtle speculation about new ventures, the kind of recognition that went beyond awards into influence and presence.

I called Elijah, my tech guy. “what?” he groaned. I rolled my eyes. “find me David from the college” I hear him type somethings and shuffle around. “there are 50 David’s, which one?” “streamline to psychology’ “about 5 of them” “send me all their pictures and names via email, I’m waiting” the images popped into my email and I printed all of them out. I took the pictures back to Camila and asked her to point out which one was her David. She was hesitant but after some persuasion she pointed at David O’Connor. I pecked her forehead and walked out of the room to make a phone call. I called the vice-chancellor of the college.