The following morning, Cassandra stepped out of her penthouse dressed to kill.
She had on a light brown tailored suit that fit her upper body like a second skin, with free pants. Her hair was freed, rolling in waves over her shoulders. Minimal jewelry- just a watch that cost more than most people's cars.
She looked dangerously gorgeous.
Coupled with her silence which could make anyone burn, the deep frown etched on her face made every domestic staff member she passed shrink back.
"Good morning, Ms. Drayke." One brave soul attempted.
Cassandra didn't even glance in their direction.
The staff member scrambled away quickly, not wanting to be anywhere near their employer's wrath.
Cassandra had her phone pressed to her ear, already mid-conversation with Lawrence.
"Did Davina locate it?" She asked sharply.
