Cassandra Dimitrescu Novelas e Histórias

“Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, kind of old... well, your age.” “And was he a total dick?” Elias nodded, “Yeah.” I gave Ella a heavy glance before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. “Do you know who it is?” Cato asked, stepping forward, “Dad?” I slammed the champagne bottle on the table. “Luciano fucking Megestanis.” “Luciano? The guy who-” Cato began, his eyes flickering to Ella. “Yes, that guy.” The guy who molested Ella, raped a poor human woman, assisted Andrea Martinez, and somehow broke free from my prison. To list a few.

She was Maria Gracia after all. Heads turned as the door was slid open, and her vision threatened to blur as different pairs of eyes pricked her skin, it was horrifying how silent and cold the office was. It was different, bigger, and wider than Sean's. They all sat around a conference table with different files scattered before them, Maria did a mental headcount, they were nine of them, seven of whom she had never seen, the other two being Higgins and Sean. She inhaled deeply, wishing for the sudden weight on her shoulders to lighten. Jackson led the way, leading her to a chair next to the one he settled on and Natasha sat on the other side of it, her hands folded against her chest.

Kristine placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed lightly. The silenced murmurs started again and Roy noticed that Bryan’s father was also present and then following him was another man that looked about Bryan’s father’s age. “Jesus on a catwalk, she is even more stunning in person,” Roy heard the employee Ben who was standing a few feet away from him mutter and he leaned forward to catch a glimpse of the lady. Cassandra Andorra. The woman wearing a dress short enough to show her bottom was definitely the Future CEO of Siemens holdings.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

In the process, I was going to fuck her out of my system and forget she ever existed. I took out my phone from my pocket and dialed a number. I hated the man I was about to call but I needed a favor which was rare for me. “Petrakis. I never thought I would see the day I received your call. “ The man on the other end said. “Rossi. Remember that favor you owe me? “ “Straight to business then. You finally want to collect? “ “Yes. A woman is looking for employment in your company. Her name is Hazel Thompson. I want you to cancel her interview. “

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”

Yet something in the room shifted the moment it was spoken. Not tension. History. Rebecca quietly leaned toward Valeria. "Cassandra Hayes." "The new acquisitions director?" Rebecca nodded once. "Transferred back from London." Cassandra finally looked at Valeria. Her smile remained. Her eyes did not. "So..." She rose gracefully. "This must be Mrs. Sterling." Valeria extended her hand. "It's nice to meet you." Cassandra accepted the handshake. Her grip was firm. Almost challenging. "I've heard quite a lot about you."

His voice made her nipples tighten under her blouse. “Elena,” he snapped suddenly through the intercom. “In here. Now.” She jumped up, smoothing her tight pencil skirt, and walked in. Damon sat behind his massive desk in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire. His eyes flicked over her body like he owned it. Which, after last night, he kind of did. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” she asked, trying to sound professional. Her voice came out breathy. He leaned back, staring. “You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?”

I grabbed my jacket. "Dinner tonight?" "Can't. I'm meeting with the wedding planner. Need to make sure Saturday looks convincing." Cassandra's mouth tightened, but she nodded. "Fine. Tomorrow then." After she left, I stood at my window looking down at the city. Somewhere down there, Lily Morgan was probably crying about her pathetic life. Good. Emotional women were easier to control. My phone buzzed. David Chen. "We need to talk about Cassandra's numbers. Something's not adding up in the quarterly reports."