C4 Miss Predictable: Chapter Four
The elevator doors opened, and a robust man in his late fifties stared back at them with a smirk. He smoothed a hand through his streaky dyed hair and his smile widened. His twinkling blue eyes invited her to share a joke. She found herself grinning back.
A hiss from the woman next to him broke the connection, and Cassandra shifted her gaze to his companion