The Boardroom: Cassidy ~ A.J. Wynter
My name isn’t Cassidy.
It’s Arnold, with about three pointless middle names stuck in there for aristocratic flair. Cassidy is the name I picked as my own—for my new life here in Seattle.
The thing I like best about America?
The women.
I’m not a relationship kind of guy. Relationships are either messy or so boring you can hardly stand it. It don’t need a relationship, or intimacy, or any of that Hallmark Channel crap.
Not me.
Now, the new girl Eliza, she was different.
Why was she here in Seattle? More importantly, why would such an uncomplicated-looking girl hint at having a romantic life that was so full of…well, complications?