ROMAN'S POV

“Sir, I believe it’s Cassandra Boyce,” the manager said.

Her words dropped like a stone into the room — sharp, unexpected, unsettling. I raised an eyebrow slowly, confusion flickering across my face. Cassandra Boyce? The name didn’t strike a bell. Was I supposed to know who that was?

“Who?” I asked flatly, my tone cold and clipped.

Lauren, who had been quietly observing until now, leaned forward slightly. “And what makes you think it’s her?” she asked, her ...