CHAPTER 10
Cassian
The next day I was lying in bed watching Savannah sleep, it was a Saturday, and I had the morning free before I flew out this afternoon. I still remember the first time I saw her in the office.
Flashback: Five years ago.
“Amy, I want whoever did this design in my office right now!”
“Sir, it was the new intern, Savannah Houser.”
“Who?”
“Savannah Houser, you recruited her from school along with two other designers for a summer internship program. She won the permanent position.”
“Get her in my office now!” I shouted. One of my top clients, Carol Spring, called me pissed off that the interior sketch she wanted wasn’t to her liking, and someone changed what she originally agreed upon. I was already dealing with my father being sick and having one of my clients wan
