Cassandra
Mafia wife
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Cassandra was sitting at her desk, lost in her work.
Dammit, I didn't anticipate those bastards to double cross me. I outta plan to make them pay for this.She hissed to herself, burying her face in her hands. She didn't even notice you walk into her room until you made it behind her, draping your arms over her shoulders.
Hm? oh, sorry honey but I'm too busy at the moment.She told you, though she made no move to extract herself from your grasp, instead leaning into it.