Chapter Fifteen: A guest with the keys?

Cassandra felt a sense of accomplishment as she consistently received praise from Mr. Gad and Emma for her outstanding work at the company. Although she had heard about the company's owner, Mr. Claus, she had yet to meet him, despite being with the company for nearly a month.

As time passed, Cassandra found herself focusing less on Jim, as Mr. Gad often accompanied her after work. Occasionally, her sister Mildred would join her, but it soon became apparent that Mildred's attention was being diverted by a romantic interest in her life.

One evening, Mildred visited Cassandra's place, and they spent the evening chatting about various things. They sat on the couch, sipping tea and laughing together.

Cassandra started talking about her job and how much she loved working with Mr. Gad. "He's so sweet and always looking out for me," she said, smiling.

Mildred listened with a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with a hint of envy. "That's great, Cassandra," she said. "You deserve to be happy. Jim is old talk now."

Cassandra ignored the name Jim and continued to gush about Mr. Gad, telling Mildred about all the nice things he had done for her. Mildred listened attentively, asking questions and making supportive noises.

As they chatted, Cassandra started to notice that Mildred seemed a bit distracted. She was checking her phone every few minutes, and her responses to Cassandra's questions seemed a bit vague.

Just then, Mildred's phone rang, and Cassandra caught a glimpse of the caller's name: Jim, accompanied by a love emoji. When Mildred noticed Cassandra's gaze, she quickly snatched up her phone, mouthed "just a minute," and stepped outside the apartment.

Cassandra wondered. Why did Mildred need to take the call outside? And who was this Jim? Was it her ex-fiancé, or just a coincidence? Cassandra's mind was filled with questions as she waited for Mildred to return.

Mr. Gad pulled up to Cassandra's apartment, he noticed Mildred standing outside, her back to him, engaged in a heated phone conversation. He parked his car and walked towards the front door, his eyes fixed on Mildred. She was oblivious to his presence, too caught up in her conversation to notice him approaching.

Mr. Gad hesitated for a moment, his hand poised to knock on the door. But then he heard snippets of Mildred's conversation, and his curiosity got the better of him.

"...Come on Jim, I'm with her now, I'll come over later..." Mildred said, her voice low and husky.

"...You can't tell me when to see you, it's just obvious you're using me to satisfy your urges..."

Mr. Gad's eyes narrowed as he listened to the conversation wondering what was up with mildred. Just then, he knocked on the door, causing Mildred to spin around, a mixture of surprise and guilt etched on her face. "Hi!" she said, forcing a bright smile onto her face.

Cassandra opened the door, a look of confusion on her face as she took in the scene before her. She glanced at Mr. Gad, then at her sister, her eyes narrowing slightly as she sensed the tension in the air. "Hey, what's going on?" she asked, her voice light, but her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Nothing to worry about," Mr. Gad replied with a smile, raising his hands in a gesture of innocence. "Sorry I was eavesdropping, couldn't help it."

Cassandra chuckled and opened the door wide for both of them to enter. As soon as Mr. Gad settled into the couch, Mildred picked up her bag, saying she was leaving. It was clear she looked uneasy, as if something was worrying her.

"Everything okay?" Mr. Gad asked her, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Yes," Mildred replied with a fake grin, before walking to the door with Cassandra seeing her off. Mr. Gad followed her with looks of suspicion.

When Cassandra locked the door and sat beside him, he asked, "What's up with your sister? Boyfriend issues?"

"Boyfriend?" Cassandra replied, raising an eyebrow. "I honestly have no idea. She hasn't told me anything yet. But I think the caller might be a love interest."

"I think so too," Mr. Gad replied. "A Jim wanting her because he wants to satisfy his urges. At least, that's what I heard."

"Oh," Cassandra replied, her expression thoughtful. "Well, I hope he doesn't disappoint her like my Jim did."

Mr. Gad's eyes locked onto hers, his expression serious. "What if it's your Jim?" he asked, his voice low and measured.

"Come on, no," Cassandra laughed. "It can never be him."

But Mr. Gad's expression remained serious. "What if?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. " I mean you stated he was loving, sweet ,good looking and even Mildred was fond of him."

Cassandra rolled her eyes. "No, I trust Mildred. It's not the Jim I know."

Mr. Gad raised an eyebrow. "So, why keep him a secret?" he asked, his voice low and measured.

Cassandra shrugged. "Maybe she's taking her time."

Mr. Gad's expression was skeptical. "Okay, if you say so, but I'm sorry, she's your sister, but I think she's up to something. My instincts never lie."

Cassandra smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "Okay, mister, use your instincts and tell me what I prepared for you today."

"You," he replied in a seductive tone, his voice low and husky, as he kissed her forehead. Cassandra's cheeks flushed with a gentle blush.

"I mean, food," she said, trying to sound nonchalant despite the butterflies in her stomach.

Mr. Gad chuckled, his breath whispering against her ear. "I know. Aren't you my food - good looking, nice scent, sumptuous, and sweet?" He whispered the words, his lips grazing her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

Cassandra's eyes fluttered closed as she felt his warm breath on her skin. She couldn't help but lean into his touch, her heart racing with anticipation.

As Mr. Gad's lips moved from her earlobe to her lips, they kissed passionately, lost in the moment. Mr. Gad's phone kept ringing, but he glanced at it only once, seeing that it was their boss, Claus. He ignored the call, deciding to return it later, and continued to kiss Cassandra.

Finally, the calls stopped, and Mr. Gad gradually began to discard Cassandra's clothes. She quickly stopped him, whispering that it was too early. Mr. Gad begged, gesturing to the bulge in his trousers, but Cassandra shook her head in negation.

Undeterred, Mr. Gad claimed her lips again, this time more aggressively, causing Cassandra to move away in fear and rejection. Just as she was trying to push him off, she heard the sound of the front door unlocking with a key.

Mr. Gad was too caught up in the moment to notice, but Cassandra's eyes widened in alarm as the front door opened. She quickly managed to push Mr. Gad off her, but before she could find something to cover herself, the figure standing at the door had already scanned her completely.