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car into the parking garage, clipping the automatic gate on her way in before she whipped around a slow-moving Toyota and beat it into a good spot.
The driver flipped them off, then kept going.
“I swear, Kat, you drive like you’re playing a video game.”
“Yeah, yeah. Wanna see the ray gun I have under the hood to zap them if they don’t get out of my way?” Cassandra laughed, even though part of her wondered if maybe Kat real y had something hidden there.
Knowing her friend, it was possible.
As soon as they left the car in the parking lot and entered the building, they attracted a lot of attention. But they always did. It wasn’t every day people saw two women who were both over six feet tal . Not to mention that Kat was so strikingly beautiful, Cassandra would have to cut the woman’s head off to make her blend in anywhere not Hol ywood.
Since a headless bodyguard was rather useless, Cassandra was forced to tolerate a woman who should be working for LA Models.
The company guards greeted them at the door with a nod and waved them inside.
Cassandra’s father was the infamous Jefferson T. Peters of Peters, Briggs, and Smith Pharmaceuticals, one of the world’s largest drug research and development companies.
Many of the people she passed as she walked through the building cast a jealous eye toward her. They knew she was her father’s sole heir, and they al thought she had it made.
If they only knew…
“Good day, Miss Peters,” his administrative assistant greeted her when she final y made it to the twenty-second floor. “Should I buzz your father?”
Cassandra smiled at the extremely attractive, skinny woman who was very sweet, but always made her feel like she should lose ten pounds and brush her hand selfconsciously through her hair to straighten it. Tina was one of those scrupulously wel dressed people who never had a molecule out of place.
Dressed in an impeccable Ralph Lauren suit, Tina was the total antithesis to Cassandra, who was dressed in her col ege sweatshirt and jeans.
“Is he alone?”
Tina nodded.
“I’l just go in and surprise him.”
“You’l definitely do that. I know he’l be glad to see you.” Leaving Tina to her work and Kat waiting in a chair near Tina’s desk, Cassandra entered her father’s sacred workaholic domain.
Contemporary in design, his office had a “cool” feel to it, but her father was anything but a cold man. He’d loved her mother passionately and since the hour of Cassandra’s birth, he had doted on her with everything he had.
Her father was an exceptional y handsome man with dark auburn hair that was laced with distinguished gray. At fifty-nine, he was fit and trim and looked closer to his early forties.
Even though she’d been forced to grow up away from him, for fear of the Apol ites or Daimons finding her if she stayed anywhere too long, he had never been far away from her even when she’d been halfway around the world. Only a phone cal or even a plane ride away.
Over the years, he’d turned up unexpectedly on her doorstep with gifts and hugs—sometimes in the middle of the night. Sometimes in the middle of the day.
As children, she and her sisters used to make bets on when he’d turn up again to see them. He had never let any of them down, nor had he ever missed a single birthday.
Cassandra loved this man more than anything else in the world and it terrified her what would happen to him if she were to die in eight months like other Apol ites. Too many times, she had witnessed his grief and sorrow as he buried her mother and four older sisters.
Every death had torn apart his heart, especial y the car bomb that had kil ed her mother and her last two sisters.
Would he even be able to stand another blow such as that?
Pushing that terrifying thought aside, she approached his steel-and-glass desk.
He was on the phone, but he hung up the minute he looked up from his stack of papers and saw her.
His face lighting instantly, he got
The driver flipped them off, then kept going.
“I swear, Kat, you drive like you’re playing a video game.”
“Yeah, yeah. Wanna see the ray gun I have under the hood to zap them if they don’t get out of my way?” Cassandra laughed, even though part of her wondered if maybe Kat real y had something hidden there.
Knowing her friend, it was possible.
As soon as they left the car in the parking lot and entered the building, they attracted a lot of attention. But they always did. It wasn’t every day people saw two women who were both over six feet tal . Not to mention that Kat was so strikingly beautiful, Cassandra would have to cut the woman’s head off to make her blend in anywhere not Hol ywood.
Since a headless bodyguard was rather useless, Cassandra was forced to tolerate a woman who should be working for LA Models.
The company guards greeted them at the door with a nod and waved them inside.
Cassandra’s father was the infamous Jefferson T. Peters of Peters, Briggs, and Smith Pharmaceuticals, one of the world’s largest drug research and development companies.
Many of the people she passed as she walked through the building cast a jealous eye toward her. They knew she was her father’s sole heir, and they al thought she had it made.
If they only knew…
“Good day, Miss Peters,” his administrative assistant greeted her when she final y made it to the twenty-second floor. “Should I buzz your father?”
Cassandra smiled at the extremely attractive, skinny woman who was very sweet, but always made her feel like she should lose ten pounds and brush her hand selfconsciously through her hair to straighten it. Tina was one of those scrupulously wel dressed people who never had a molecule out of place.
Dressed in an impeccable Ralph Lauren suit, Tina was the total antithesis to Cassandra, who was dressed in her col ege sweatshirt and jeans.
“Is he alone?”
Tina nodded.
“I’l just go in and surprise him.”
“You’l definitely do that. I know he’l be glad to see you.” Leaving Tina to her work and Kat waiting in a chair near Tina’s desk, Cassandra entered her father’s sacred workaholic domain.
Contemporary in design, his office had a “cool” feel to it, but her father was anything but a cold man. He’d loved her mother passionately and since the hour of Cassandra’s birth, he had doted on her with everything he had.
Her father was an exceptional y handsome man with dark auburn hair that was laced with distinguished gray. At fifty-nine, he was fit and trim and looked closer to his early forties.
Even though she’d been forced to grow up away from him, for fear of the Apol ites or Daimons finding her if she stayed anywhere too long, he had never been far away from her even when she’d been halfway around the world. Only a phone cal or even a plane ride away.
Over the years, he’d turned up unexpectedly on her doorstep with gifts and hugs—sometimes in the middle of the night. Sometimes in the middle of the day.
As children, she and her sisters used to make bets on when he’d turn up again to see them. He had never let any of them down, nor had he ever missed a single birthday.
Cassandra loved this man more than anything else in the world and it terrified her what would happen to him if she were to die in eight months like other Apol ites. Too many times, she had witnessed his grief and sorrow as he buried her mother and four older sisters.
Every death had torn apart his heart, especial y the car bomb that had kil ed her mother and her last two sisters.
Would he even be able to stand another blow such as that?
Pushing that terrifying thought aside, she approached his steel-and-glass desk.
He was on the phone, but he hung up the minute he looked up from his stack of papers and saw her.
His face lighting instantly, he got
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