LAUREN'S POV

The manager followed the direction of my gaze, her head tilting ever so slightly as her sharp eyes scanned the room. A moment later, recognition flickered across her face.

“Oh, Cassandra,” she said smoothly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “She’s my personal assistant. And…” the manager gestured with a subtle nod of her chin, “—she’s coming over here right now.”

My lips pressed into a thin line. Of course, she was. Just perfect.

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