The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 305

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Cassian’s POV

I finish the meeting and find Adam hovering at my door, accompanied by his anxiety.

“Is something wrong?”

His words tumble out. “Mr. Blackwell, one of the interviewees

today insists on seeing you.”

For a moment, I sift through the day’s schedule. The interns?

“Why does she need to see me?”

I am not their interviewer. Adam hesitates, “She claims… she’s your cousin.”

My expression hardens instantly, a cold mask settling into place. “I have no cousin. Instruct everyone to follow the normal procedures. Anyone found using back channels will be dismissed immediately if I find out.”

Adam mutters under his breath, but I catch the words. “I knew she was just bossing around earlier!”

Kitty’s POV

The other interns huddle together, their whispers a nervous hum, but I just lean against the wall. Let them stare!

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in is just an elevator ride away.

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“My abilities speak for themselves, but let’s be real, it’s not just about what you know, it’s about who you know.”

I announce to no one in particular, and a girl with mousy brown hair shoots me a look of pure venom.

I just give her a sweet, condescending smile. She’s already lost, she just doesn’t know it yet.

When the interviewer calls my name first, I stride into the room like I own it. I don’t even wait for her to finish saying my name.

I sit, cross my legs, and get ready to dazzle them. But before I can launch into my prepared speech, I drop the bomb.

“I’d like to see Cassian Blackwell, please,” I say, my voice dripping with casual familiarity. “He’s expecting me.”

“Excuse me? Mr. Blackwell is not involved in the intern selection

process.”

“Well, he’ll want to be involved in mine. We’re family.”

A flicker of doubt and annoyance crosses her face. She excuses herself and makes a call from the corner of the room. I can’t hear the words, but her hushed, respectful tone tells me she is talking to someone important, probably his secretary.

It’s all going according to plan.

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She returns, her expression unreadable. “Mr. Blackwen is

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unavailable right now. The interview will proceed as scheduled.”

The air leaves my lungs in a quiet rush. “Are you kidding me?” The words slip out before I can stop them. “How can he not see

me?”

She gives me a flat, professional smile. “If you have any doubts, you can contact Mr. Blackwell directly.”

The trap snaps shut. If I had his number, would I be sitting here in this cheap chair?

I force a brittle laugh, “Fine, let’s proceed with the interview then.” I resume my arrogant posture, chin held high. So what if he’s busy? A regular interview is just a formality, I am a shoo–in.

But when I walk out and see the endless line of candidates… thirty? forty? All vying for just two spots, a cold trickle of doubt seeps into my gut. The mousy–haired girl smirks at me.

I need a lifeline, now. I duck into a hallway alcove, my heart hammering against my ribs, and fumble for my phone.

“Mom!”

I whisper the second the line connects. “He didn’t come. They said he’s unavailable.”

My mother’s voice is a sharp, anxious buzz in my ear. “What do you mean, unavailable? Did you tell them who you are?”

“Of course I did! It didn’t work. There are so many people here,

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Mom. What if I don’t get it?”

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