Cassandra's eyes narrowed into twin blades as she fixed a piercing gaze on Zarina, "How could you? Tell me! Who paid you to ruin my dress?" Her voice surged with anger, reverberating through the office hallway. She leaned in, her breath almost a hiss. "You've let me down, Zarina! Do you even know who I am? Have you grasped the extent of my capabilities, huh? Did you not realize that messing up with me means missing out on a golden opportunity?" Her fingers, adorned with elegant rings, pointed accusingly at Zarina, emphasizing each word she uttered.
Cassandra's boldness kicks in. She's unapologetic if her words cut like a sharp knife. The modeling and acting industry has worn down her patience for playing the kind and sweet role. She realized that being too nice in this industry makes her weak and vulnerable.
