A risk I feared with Prisca ntoring Lucy, was the woman rubbing off her arrogant, snobbish personality on my baby.
My only consolation was the fact that their physical interaction would not be for long.
Having two personal cabins, once the plane stabilised in the air and the pilot inford us that we could take off our seatbelts, I ordered so wine and had a certain cutie co to my cabin.
Taking a seat on the soft, neatly arranged mattress, I looked at Prisca’s secretary, who didn’t dare bring her eyes up to .
She looked down at the floor, with her hands clasped together.
"Now you’re being boring. Are you worried that my interest in you might offend your boss, or just intimidated by my presence?"
"Both."
"Seriously, you’re disappointing so far."
I think the word disappointnt did the trick, because raising her head and looking up at , she gently moved and took a seat by my side.
"Prisca is obsessed with her passion. She isn’t interested in but rather the money she can siphon and use to make her dreams co true."
"You’re quite observant."
"It cos with the power." I handed a glass of wine to the female.
"Are you not bothered about that?"
"No. That she is so interested in her craft gives confidence that I’m not just pouring my money down a well. Returns are on the way."
"She won’t disappoint you," the female firmly said.
"That’s what I like to hear."
"But you should know, though, that she won’t like to see that you are paying more attention to her assistant than her.
It would cause friction between us."
"We’ve talked about Prisca. Tell about you."
Taking a sip from her cup and adjusting her black skirt, making herself more comfortable, she looked at and replied.
"I don’t have grand goals. I’m a simple girl who fell in love with her boss’s craft and right now just wants to see her win."
Showing that she was not ashad of her life desires, the dark-haired female looked straight at , and in that mont, I observed her.
"What’s your na?"
The female blinked in surprise at the question and, with a frown, answered,
"Casandra, but I’m mostly called Cassey."
I let out a light chuckle at the woman’s reaction, glad to see that she was relaxing and loosening up.
"Sorry, Cassey, but I just never got to know your na, and having no idea how Prisca thinks and what the future holds, I didn’t want to ask it."
The female didn’t hold her grudge for long; she relaxed her expression, and before I could be myself, she went on the attack.
"You’re cute."
There was a brief silence, and I spoke.
"Most n prefer to be called handso or dashing; the complint cute makes it look like you’re looking down on them."
"Well, you’re not most n. You’re 25, and you don’t have a beard, the term can apply."
Having not made any purchase from the system store, I wondered if my charms and passive skills had gotten a boost due to my accumulated growth in strength or if Cassey was just that outspoken.
"Thank you for the complint, then.
I also find you cute."
The way Cassey nodded to my words, I could tell she thought I was just being polite, not understanding that this was a thought I had gotten since the first ti we t.
"There is sothing on your mind. Let it out."
I had my own agenda, but that didn’t an I was uncaring.
Hearing my words, the woman downed all of her glass in a swoop. She licked her lips and then, keeping her glass focused on , spoke.
"Can I be blunt with you, Sir?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Working for the Madam gives no ti to have a personal life.
I’ve t so interesting people in the course of my duty, and though they’ve shown interest, I am unable to follow up with them.
I’m 23 and still a virgin.
I do not resent your investnt, but I know that with it, at least for the next five years, I will have no ti for myself. Would I be asking too much that you take my virginity and give an unforgettable pleasure of course, this after you’ve had your ti with the Madam?"
"Hmm, you said you’ve t interesting n over the last years, and I’m sure many cute ones. Why didn’t you offer them your pussy?"
"They weren’t impressive billionaires."
A little less control in and I would have spit out the drink in my mouth.
The audacity and pride of the female before superseded anything I thought her boss could pull off.
Either Cassey did not understand how high the sky was, or she did but chose to believe in her delusions, wanting to bend the world to her will.
According to her, it wasn’t enough that I was a billionaire what moved her were the incredible points surrounding it.
"There are over a million virgins cuter and bustier than you in the world. What makes you feel so special?"
"How many of them can guarantee the success of a designer?" she confidently replied.
"Are you calling yourself the brain behind Prisca’s success?"
"Yes!!"
My eyebrows rose, and I think this reaction made Cassey get a hold of herself and realize that she had perhaps strayed too far.
My reaction to the woman’s words wasn’t because I was shocked by what they might an, but rather because a wave of aura had just been unleashed by her the instant she answered.
An apologetic and regretful expression appeared on the female’s face. She wanted to stand up and leave but at the sa ti realized she had made a ss she needed to fix.
"You might as well continue with the train. If you stop, I’ll lose whatever faith I had blooming for the two of you."
Cassey didn’t panic at my words; she took in a deep breath and looked back up at .
"Calling myself the brains isn’t exactly the right term given the context, so let’s rather say I am the heart.
The greatest designers in the world aren’t exactly the best and brightest, they all had sothing in their arsenal to tip the scales, and in Prisca’s case, I am that sothing."
"You want the lilight?"
"No. If all the flashes were on , I wouldn’t be able to work. I love the darkness, but at the sa ti, I am still human.
I have my desires."
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