The Beautiful Ones | By : TaimaMarie Category: Individual Celebrities > Criss Angel Views: 1682 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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AN: I PASSED MY MATH PAPER!(Not the exam, just the first assignment.) I was so freaking happy, seeing as I suck at numbers. I have a really strange teacher too. He sort of wanders in ten minutes after class starts and today he gave us a story problem about the volume of dirt in a hole. The answer? Not applicable. There is no dirt in a hole.
Also, I just want to say that Found Out About You is my new anthem. Describes my whole summer, lol.
She spent the rest of the afternoon quietly filing and stapling papers. Criss only gave her one or two word directions, but more often he just pointed at the thing he wanted done. For some reason, it was almost enough to make Cassandra want to cry.
It just didn’t make sense. Why did she care at all what this man thought about her? After all, he was only her employer. As long as he signed her paychecks, she didn’t think it really mattered. But there was something in the way he wouldn’t look at her face, something in the way that he just nodded or shook his head whenever she asked him something that stung the back of her eyes.
“Quitting time,” Criss finally spoke up at five. Cassandra jumped, dropping the stapler, missing her toes by a few inches. They were both quiet for a few minutes.
“I really enjoyed meeting your mother.” She offered, trying to bridge the gap that seemed to have grown between the two of them.
“Yeah,” Criss put some papers in a folder.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she whispered as she turned and fled the room, heedless of where she was stepping as she entered the hallway and hurried towards the elevator, desperate to leave.
“Think I was too hard on her?” the illusionist sighed as he looked at his cat. Hammie stopped licking his paw to give the equivalent of a glare. Criss cringed.
“I don’t like that I think she’s keeping secrets from me. She shouldn’t keep secrets from me. I mean I’m her—boss. I’m just her boss.” He dropped back down into the chair. Hammie delicately leapt up to perch on his knees.
Criss let his fingers stroke the cat’s fur as he leaned back. Why did he feel so drained? It just felt like he had too many things to do and not enough hours in the day in which to make sure they got done.
“I think I bit off more than I can chew.” He murmured to Hammie. “I really hate to do this, but I think I’m just going to have to let her go. I don’t see any other way. I can’t waste time and money on something that I don’t think is going to work. But she obviously needed a job so badly. How am I going to tell her that she’s fired?”
**
Her last fifty cents. Cassandra clutched the two quarters in her fist. She doubted it was enough to make the phone call, but she had to try. She was dying just to hear the voice of someone, anyone who loved her.
It had taken a little while to find the payphone. She wanted to get back to the car before it got too dark. Walking in the darkness in this city always frightened her. Although she never could tell if she was afraid of the things that could be lurking in the shadows, or the shadows themselves.
Cassandra lifted the receiver and listened to the dial tone for a second. She dropped her in quarters and dialed the number, and was quite surprised when a voice told her she had two minutes for her call.
On the second ring, her mother answered.
“Hello? Hello?” she asked in a tone that was straining to be pleasant. Cassandra found her vocal chords were frozen. Her mouth worked, but she could not speak.
“Cassandra, is that you? Honey, you don’t have to say anything about where you are, please just tell me that you’re okay. I’ve been so scared. Are you okay? Do you need me to come and get you? Are you very far from me?”
Slowly, with her mother still speaking, Cassandra gently replaced the phone on the cradle. She leaned against the phone stand for a few seconds. Hearing her mother speak hadn’t made her feel better. It hadn’t made her feel better at all. Instead, tears pricked her eyes once again.
“I’m so sorry, Mom.” She bit down on her lip before turning and beginning the walk back to her car.
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