Iris turned to find the scowling sister—Cassidy, she presumed—stalking toward them, her uniform deliberately disheveled and her tie hanging loose around her neck.
"Cass! This is Iris, Isaiah's sister!" Harlow called, waving her over.
Cassidy stopped short, her purple eyes narrowing as they fixed on Iris. "What."
"Isaiah's sister," Harlow repeated. "Isn't that cool? She came all the way from Philadelphia to meet us!"
Cassidy crossed her arms. "Does he know you're here?"
"No," Iris admitted, standing her ground. "I wanted to meet you myself."
A flash of respect crossed Cassidy's face. "Gutsy. He's gonna be pissed when he finds out."
"Only if someone tells him," Iris said pointedly.
The corner of Cassidy's mouth twitched. "Why are you really here, kid? Checking up on your brother's bosses?"
"Yes."
"At least you're honest." Cassidy studied her. "You look like him. Same eyes."
"People say that a lot."
