Lilian slammed the door of her office shut behind her and finally allowed the mask to slip.
Her chest heaved with barely contained fury as she leaned back against the door, her hands trembling.
"How?! How did she do it?" she hissed under her breath, her voice shaking.
She pushed off the door and began pacing back and forth across the small office space like a caged animal.
Her mind kept replaying Cassandra's smug expression at lunch.
That infuriating, confident smirk.
That casual dismissal of the entire investigation as if it were nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
And worst of all, that statement:
"I'm a Drayke. Do you really think I'd leave anything incriminating lying around?"
"I always have everything under control!"
Lilian stopped pacing abruptly, her hands curling into tight fists at her sides.
Her nails dug into her palms so hard she could feel the sting, but she welcomed the pain.
It grounded her, helped in focusing her rage.
