Mr. Landon was a man in his early thirties, dressed in an expensive suit that screamed government official trying too hard to look important.
His hair was slicked back. His smile and his eyes held the kind of smugness that came from believing he had power over someone.
His eyes narrowed on Cassandra, looking her up and down, then let out a low whistle.
"You know, Ms. Drayke..." He began, his tone dripping with false concern.
"You look rather calm for someone whose company is currently under fire for such a... poor job."
Cassandra didn't respond. She simply peered at him, her expression completely flat.
Mr. Landon didn't wait for an invitation. He strolled forward and dropped into one of the leather chairs across from her desk, crossing one leg over the other as if he owned the place.
"The burnt public property..." He continued, leaning back with that smug smile still plastered on his face.
"It's all over the news. The media is having a great day with it."
