Meanwhile, back at C.A. Holdings:
Inside Cassandra's office, the CEO lay sleeping soundly like a sleeping beauty, on the long leather couch. Her hair was sprawled behind her head.
Her breathing was deep and even, her face relaxed in a way it rarely was during waking hours.
On the table before her sat a cup of tea- half-finished, now cold.
Across from her, Lawrence sat in one of the armchairs, his own cup of tea untouched on the table.
He watched his boss sleep, with his eyes shot up, his body at alert in case the ever conscious CEO should somehow cheat her way out of this and wake up.
This had been his plan all along.
Earlier that evening, after Lilian had left, when Cassandra had lingered back in the office for a moment, contemplating whether to follow her mate or give her some time to herself, Lawrence had entered the office with a fabricated urgent business matter.
