My Professor Is My Alpha Mate (Lila) novel Chapter 128

Lila’s POV

Both Enzo and Connie dropped me off at the academy where I went straight to Cassidy-Ann’s new office in the art section of the school. My entire heart was so heavy as I watched Enzo leave with Connie trailing closely behind him.

I couldn’t believe they were actually leaving to go to the beach together.

Cassidy-Ann had my desk set up in the corner of her office and I set all my things up on the desk to make it a little more unique.

I started the morning by working on Cassidy-Ann’s upcoming schedule for the weeks to come. Which included, but was not limited to, important meetings and interviews, art signings, art shows, banquets, important dinners, future assemblies, and local parties.

She was certainly going to be very busy during her time here.

I logged into her website and saw that she had some sales that I needed to invoice and process.

“Don’t forget we have class this afternoon. It’s the introduction course,” Cassidy-Ann reminded me. “You’ll need to be there the entire time as my aid. It’s only about an hour long. I know we are supposed to have dinner this evening, but I promised Leroy, I would take him out tonight, so you’ll be on your own this evening.”

“That’s fine,” I said only half listening.

I couldn’t get Enzo out of my mind. It’s been about an hour since he left with Connie, and I couldn’t help but wonder what they were doing.

I knew they were going to the beach, but there was this tight knot in my stomach. I didn’t like them being left alone.

“Is everything okay?” Cassidy-Ann asked, peering over at me from her desk. “You aren’t distracted, are you?”

“What? No, of course not,” I said, glancing at her briefly. “I was just finishing up these invoices. We have class this afternoon and we aren’t having dinner tonight. I’m listening.”

She looked at me for a moment longer and I couldn’t tell if she believed me or not, but she said nothing more.

I turned back to my computer and continued my work.

Soon, my work phone started ringing. It was a number I didn’t recognize but that wasn’t surprising.

“Cassidy-Ann’s office, how may I help you?” I said into the phone.

“Hello, my name is Monica. I’m looking for a painting to hang up at my penthouse. I’m willing to pay whatever is necessary to get a Cassidy-Ann original.”

“Of course,” I said, going back to the website. “Are you looking for something in particular? Or would you like a custom painting?”

“I would like a custom collage. I have a few pictures that I would like included in this collage, but I would also like Cassidy-Ann to come up with her own style as well. I like bold and bright colors.”

“Sure,” I said, typing that into the order notes. “And what would you like for dimensions?”

“How about 18” x 24”?”

I typed that into the order notes as well.

“For a custom Cassidy-Ann portrait, payment starts off at $1500. We will need a down payment of at least $500 before we get to work. Do you have an email I can send that bill to?”

Once she gave me her email address, I created the invoice with her custom details and sent it to her.

“Once you send that payment, I’ll send a link to your email, and you can send us the pictures you’d like to use. I’ll send you a confirmation once it’s received. I’ll send another confirmation once she starts working on it. Expect it to be finished in a week and you should have it the following week. Make sure you send me your address along with that payment within the next 12 hours or your spot will be taken by someone else.”

“Thank you so much. I’ll get that payment right away.”