ALEX POV
I don’t call ahead, I don’t announce myself. I walk straight into Cassandra Morgan’s private office like I own the air she’s breathing, because in this moment, civility would be a lie. Her assistant barely looks up before Cassandra’s voice cuts through the space.
“Let him in.” Of course, she knows it’s me. Cassandra is standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows when I enter, champagne flute in hand, dressed impeccably in white, as though she’s already scrubbed herself clean of the mess she’s made.
She turns slowly, a smile curving her lips, controlled, elegant, infuriating. “Alex,” she says lightly. “You’re early.” I slam the door shut behind me. The sound echoes. “Don’t,” I say coldly. “Don’t pretend you don’t know why I’m here.” She studies me for a moment, then takes a deliber
