"Boss wants to see you."
Maria froze in her seat, shivered and then slowly turned her head to look at the source of the voice. The words were eerily similar to what Ronson would say to her when he was ordered to bring her to Franco. Luke stood behind her chair. She was curled up in one of the comfy armchairs in the upstairs TV room watching, of all things, RuPaul's Drag Race. Cassandra had gotten her addicted to the show and then abandoned Maria to watch alone.
Maria was worried about the other woman, she hadn't seen her in two days. Not since their chat by the pool. She was worried she'd said something wrong. She had even gone to Cassandra's suite of rooms in another wing of the mansion, but no one answered the door. When she badgered Yara about it, Yara had told Maria not to worry, that Cassandra gets this way sometimes and that she would be out in a few days when she felt better.