CHAPTER 4
Savannah
Donald, Joyce, Cassian, Toby, and I arrived in Denver on Cassian’s private jet. I was cool with Joyce, even though we didn’t hang out as much at work or eat lunch together, but as some of the few women in the design department, we connected often if one of us needed help with something.
“This cabin is really lovely, Mr. Dane.” Toby dropped his bag on the floor next to the room he was staying in.
Donald had the guesthouse, it had a separate entrance with a kitchen, bedroom. A bathroom with a large walk in shower, a second Jacuzzi tub, fireplace, and it’s own garage, like the main cabin. Since the rooms were limited. Joyce and I had the two upstairs rooms. Cassian, of course, had the master bedroom. He said this was the place that his father had bought for his mother a
