|Casmira's POV|
I stare at the paperwork spread across my desk, but my mind refuses to focus. The signature required on the dotted line feels like the last thing I should care about. My fingers drum against the polished wood, a restless rhythm echoing the chaos in my chest. The glass walls of my office reflect my carefully constructed image of poise and control, but I feel anything but calm.
Draven Russo—my assistant. Every time his name crosses my mind, I want to scream. Or throw something. Or both.
The man is infuriating. His cocky smirks, his calculated confidence, and the way his tailored suit fits him so perfectly—he's a distraction I can't afford. Especially not after the last few hours. Between Emily's nagging details about my schedule and the surprise appearance of my cousin, Do
