As the door swung open, there stood Casey, the assistant, straight as a rod at the entrance. Her eyes lit up when she saw Hannah, and she hurried forward with a welcoming smile. But as soon as she caught sight of Steven behind Hannah, she instinctively took a couple of steps back.
"Why aren't you coming in? It's freezing out here. You'll freeze to death," Hannah chided gently.
Casey shrugged off the concern. "I'm tough as nails. A little cold won't bother me."
Hannah didn't press further. She turned back to Steven. "I'm off then."
Steven pulled Hannah close for a quick kiss on her cheek. "Alright, love. I'll head straight to the airport later. Won't be able to send you off."
With a nod, Hannah ushered Casey along. In the elevator, Casey whispered, "I didn't dare come in with Mr. Dixon there."d2
"What was that?" Hannah asked, not quite catching her words.
Casey said, "I mean, knowing Mr. Dixon was in your room... I didn't want to interrupt anything important."
Hannah playfully flicked Casey's forehead. "What are you thinking, you little rascal?"
Casey pointed out, "Look at the marks on your neck. They weren't there when we wrapped up last night."
Hastily, Hannah adjusted her scarf, covering up more thoroughly. "Listen here, I'm the boss, the one who signs your checks. You're not afraid of me but you're scared of Mr. Dixon. Believe me, I can dock your pay."
"You wouldn't," Casey protested. "You're too nice to do that."
"This time I will. We'll see how you like it," Hannah threatened.
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