Cassandra POV
I leaned back in my chair, my mind racing with thoughts. It had been a few months since my encounter with Marcus at the club, and I was certain I had seen him. There was no room for doubt.
I unconsciously drummed my pen on the table, taking a deep breath to focus. Suddenly, I heard Eric's voice cutting through my thoughts. “Miss Cassandra Lewis, are you here with us?”
I quickly scanned the room, a moment of silence hanging in the air as I gathered my composure. I cleared my throat and fixed my gaze on Eric. “Yes, I’m here,” I muttered.“I believe we should adjourn this meeting.” I felt a ripple of whispers among the attendees, their astonished expressions only fueling my frustration to speak forward.
"Miss Cassandra, we’ve dedicated significant time to this presentation
