Cassidy stood in front of the mirror, eyeing her reflection with calm focus. Her khaki blazer and matching tailored trousers gave her a sharp, professional edge. The white blouse underneath, with its subtle ruffle detail, softened the look just enough to balance strength with grace.
Her hair was pulled back into a low, slightly tousled bun. A few loose strands framed her face, intentional and effortless. Nude lipstick. Light, barely noticeable jewelry. Simple white heels. She looked sharp. Controlled.
"Okay. You can do it, Cass," she whispered, more to herself than anyone else, a quiet pep talk to push down the nerves and keep her steady.
She didn't smile, but there was something in her eyes. Determination. Clarity. She was ready for today. Ready to face Zeke, or whatever else came her way. Just a few days ago, the thought of this meeting had left her uneasy. Restless. But not today. Fear was a luxury she couldn't afford. Not in front of that man.
