Verena
“You work here?” She sized me up, condescension glaring on her features as she held the belt of her robe.
This was the same woman who gave me an attitude that night. I sucked in a deep breath, ensuring that the smile on my face didn't falter. “Yes, I do,”
She rolled her eyes back, sitting on the couch with her legs crossed as she peeked behind me. “Then where is your boss? I asked for Daxton Cooper. Not you,”
“Yes, he would have been here but he had to leave for an urgent trip. But I am his assistant and will represent him in his absence,”
Cassandra did that eye-roll again, grabbed a magazine off the table, and leaned back into the couch. She opened the magazine, flipping through the pages—basically ignoring me for minutes.
I tried to keep my breath steady. “How may I assis
