*Leslie*
“Do you mind if I order a glass of wine?” Cassandra asks, clearly expecting me to just tell her to go ahead.
I run a hand down my pregnant stomach. “Do you mind if I show you pictures of how we are decorating the nursery?”
She smiles stiffly and looks at the waiter. “Sparkling water, please.”
“Two,” I say, then look at her. “I appreciate you meeting me. I am sure you are already trying to convince Nina to fire me and move to the CIA.”
“Not yet,” she says, making it sound like half a threat.
“But that will be a conversation for a different time.” I smile at her, hoping she knows I don’t trust her. “Since I know Nina better than anyone, I thought that maybe we could talk about how to make the most of a very unfortunate situation.”
She leans forward, her elbows resting on the
