Another week passed and Brandon made no attempts to contact her. Hanna went about her business, settling into her routine but no longer numbed by it. Daniel said she seemed more confident, more assertive than she'd been. She'd not been one for intimidation, but she felt a sense of being more in control than she was months before.
Richard shattered this when he asked again to drop by one evening. Hanna was beyond irritated he seemed to keep producing these random legal requirements, this time saying he needed another signature for the bank to release some details on their apartment loan so he could buy a new house.
'I'm sorry, Hanna. These things keep coming up. I'd deal with them myself if I could.'
She was about to argue he was a lawyer and should've known these things would come up, but he'd been involved in corporate litigation, divorce wasn't his specialty. His friend had been representing him but Hanna hadn't bothered to find anyone.
'Just be by at seven, alright?'
'Fine.'
She dismissed the thought he was making excuses just to see her. He was a few minutes late as well, it got her back up too easily. She let him in, taking the documents from him and once again hurriedly scratching her signature where required.
'I heard you were out of town the other week,' he commented.
'Had to clear my head.'
'Go anywhere nice?'
'Just to a friend's place in the hills.'
'You don't know anyone with a house in the hills.'
She handed back the papers. 'I do now.'
'Close friend?'
'Very intimate,' she said snidely, her bitchiness rearing its head now he'd sufficiently pissed her off.
'Hanna, I wish we could just talk like we used to. I don't hate you, you're a good person... I miss you.'
'Richard, don't start. We've been through this. I'm seriously considering changing careers and I need to move on.'
'But you love your job.'
'Maybe I was meant for something more... meaningful.'
'You're going to do aid work in some third world country?' he asked sarcastically. 'C'mon, you weren't even willing to go to Bali for a week last year.'
The retort she had was cut off by her buzzer sounding. Hanna went to the intercom to talk to whomever was there, hoping it was Brandon.
'Hanna, you have to let me in! Please!'
'Cassidy?'
'I can't talk. Just please, open the door.'
Hanna hit the release for the main door as Richard stared at her, baffled. 'Who the hell is that?'
She couldn't answer for her panic.
'Hanna?'
'Look, you have to go. I have to take care of this.'
As she was forcing him out, Cassidy was coming towards them in a flurry from the elevator down the hall. Her dress was torn and her mascara was running. She flew into Hanna's arms, Richard stepping back in his alarm.
'Hanna, what is going on?'
'Richard, please just go.' Hanna was trying to comfort Cassidy and placate him at once. 'You have your signatures.'
She led Cassidy inside and locked her door, fine with leaving Richard to his consternation outside.
'What happened?'
'You got any more of those pills?' Cassidy asked plaintively.
Hanna fixed her some tea first, sitting her down on the sofa before she gave her an Ativan. Her hands were shaking and Hanna had to find an old robe for her to wear over her clothes.
'It was Jessica. She's such a moron. I never would've picked up a guy like she did but she just had to fall for the cash.'
'Did he hurt you?'
'Only so I could get Jess out of trouble. I know she's somewhere safe now, but I had to split from her to get him off her tail. I've been running for three blocks.'
Hanna finally noticed Cassidy's feet were bare and scratched. 'You're hurt. I need to clean you up.'
'I'll take a shower, if that's okay with you. Thanks for letting me in. Least I was close by.' She sipped the tea. 'What did Richard want?'
'Another signature. It better be the last.'
'Have you heard from Brandon?'
'He called the other week. I'm waiting to hear back.'
'How is he?'
'He seemed okay. He won't like what's happened to you.'
'Then we won't tell him, will we?'
Hanna took in Cassidy's disposition with the thought they should've been calling the police, but there was a lot to her story Hanna didn't want to know.
'I'll get you some clean towels and clothes.'
'Thanks, Hanna.'
Hanna used the time Cassidy was in the shower to get her thoughts in order. Richard's presence had only served to jack up her nerves. She poured herself a drink, resisting rummaging through her purse.
Cassidy came out in the sweatpants and loose shirt Hanna had lent her. She was drying her hair and wandering back into the living room, leaving the towel over the arm of the sofa. Hanna didn't mind this but Cassidy corrected her perceived mistake and apologised.
'You're neater than I am,' Cassidy said.
'It's alright. Do you need to hide out here for a while?'
'Yeah, I was just scared to ask. Couple days is all I need.'
'Provided you don't bring anyone else here, it's fine.'
'C'mon, Hanna. As if I would.'
Brandon's warning was bothering Hanna, still turning Cassidy away then would've been cruel.
'I better get some sleep. I have to be at work by eight.'
'I can sleep out here,' Cassidy said.