As soon as Booker entered the mansion, Cassandra came running down the stairs, charged at him, but was happier.

“I missed you, baby!” She wheezed, arms stretched open with an even wider smile.

Booker lowered his briefcase to the side of the living room, where he always sat. He didn't acknowledge her wide arms, “Cassandra, is there something you have to tell me?”

Cassandra froze just before she could touch him; her expression turned sour. “What do you mean?”

“I'll ask you ...