And of course, Glastro turned to talk to her, so she ended up stabbing him with her finger nail as she went to wipe off the lipstick. “Really Juan! Hold still.” And they both laughed while she wiped off most the lipstick. “I have decided to go back to school.”
Target completed.

“You are brilliant enough. Come back with me and marry me?”

“And when you tire of me, you’ll divorce me, put me in a wing of your estate, and replace me with a younger version of myself in a long white dress.” She rolled her eyes and threw up her arms.

“Oh, you know me too well Cassandra.”

“Yes, I do. Now, give me a kiss,” Tori pointed to her cheek. “and I must be on my way. I promise, I’ll come back and visit.”

“You better.”

“I will.”

Two days later….
President Juan Glastro died in his bed sometime during the night. They suspect food poisoning and are questioning the staff.

n
1996

He knew he saw her some place before and a body with a face like that would be hard to forget.

“Hey Cam, isn’t that the walking wet dream from El Presidente’s visit to the U.S. last summer?”

De jus vu. Another political dinner. “Damn, that’s where I remember her from.”

“What is she, a foreign dignitary groupie or something?”

“I don’t know, but I sure as hell am going to try and find out. Do you remember her name by any chance?”

“Danni, Candy, Cassie, something like that.”

“Cassandra.”

“Yeah, that’s it.”