7:59.
Cassie gripped and slowly turned the doorknob, and when the door opened, she padded the carpeted floor, entering the office and expecting her ruthless boss to shout at her. She was surprised to see him seated, his eyes on the computer screen while talking to someone on the phone.
She advanced to the round table, placed the paper bag under the table, and turned on the laptop, checking Hazel’s messages. Although she had already expected it, a sigh escaped her mouth to see her emails.
‘What you’re doing in his office is not different from what you do in Papa’s office, Angel,’ Anton told her last night while eating their late dinner. ‘You’re the smartest person I know. Give it another try.’
When Anton fell asleep, she got up from bed and did her homework, understanding everything abo
