His Dirty Little Secret
The engine purred to life, a low rumble that vibrated through the cabin, and I pulled out smoothly, merging into the campus exit traffic.
The car ride home was a bubble of ease, the city unfolding around us in a tapestry of honking taxis, pedestrian crosswalks, and glowing billboards as dusk deepened. Cassidy fiddled with the radio, settling on a soft indie station—mellow guitars and lyrics about lost roads that fit the mood.
She kicked off her shoes, tucking her feet under her, turning slightly to face me. "So, tell me about your day. Surprises, you said? Good ones, I hope—like sealing another deal or dodging a crisis?"
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