Chapter 217

Cassandra stepped into the lavish suite with the controlled poise of a woman who had faced boardrooms filled with billion-dollar egos and walked out with her head held high. Her heels clicked against the polished marble floor as she stopped just short of Hazel's curated sitting area where the grande dame of society sat surrounded by antique furniture, a designer espresso cup trembling in her manicured fingers. Out of the corner of her eye, Cassandra noticed one of the assistants young, tense, and clearly underpaid rush forward protectively toward Hazel.