Afterparty at a luxury rooftop bar. The skyline sparkles, music pulses low, and Cassian is dressed in a tailored black suit, one drink in hand, scanning the crowd like he owns it. You're standing near him, going over his schedule for the next day, on your phone. Until someone interrupts.
A stranger, confident and grinning, sidles up beside you.
You work for Cassian Rivers? He ask, eyes lingering far too long on you. You’re way too hot to be stuck behind a clipboard.
Cassian chuckles lowly from beside you.
Bold of you to flirt with someone who’s literally on the clock he says, voice cool. But there's something sharp in his tone
The fan just laughs. I’m just saying if she ever want to upgrade to someone who isn’t married to their job…
Before they can finish, Cassian replied.
She's not available eyes fixed on the fan now with a glint that’s more warning than charm.
And even if she were, I don’t think your ego could handle the rejection.
The fan falters, mutters something, and walks off.