"You are… fired," Cassandra stressed each syllable through the telephone. "I don't want to see you here again."
"Miss Cassa—"
Without waiting for her lawyer's response, she slammed the phone down. Her face was still streaked with lingering tears, her eyes swollen from crying. Still, she wanted to keep a brave front, even as her world continued to crumble with every passing second.
"Ki," she whispered. "Let's do it your way."
Unlike her family—her helpless, reliant parents and her selfish grandfather—Cassandra knew she could only trust the one person who genuinely believed in her innocence. Someone who had never sought any benefit from helping her, only friendship.
Grace might do the job well. But at this point, Cassandra had no expectations. She simply knew that Kiara would be with her.
[If you're still not convinced, then… we'll keep looking, okay?]
Those were the words that stuck with her — we.
This fight wasn't just Cassandra's. It was Kiara's, too.
