Sebastian
Cassidy isn't impressed that I turn up at her home address without prior permission as I take it upon myself to ensure she attends this dang f*****g conference alongside me as my PA.
Perhaps I should have accepted her warning, backed off and allowed her to remain stoic and at a far distance from myself, but then again, I always was one for self-sabotage, it seems.
She's shocked as she opens the door to her tiny flat, where I stand on the doorstep under the small archway that shelters her door, much like my porch does.
"Sebast—, Mr King," she greets me with shock, her eyes bulging in her face as her eyes rove down my now jeans and jumper-adorned body.
She told me that she wasn't coming, and she refused to entertain it, but this is part and parcel of her job description as my
