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The Beautiful Ones	By : TaimaMarie Category: Individual Celebrities > Criss Angel Views: 1682 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Criss sat back in the spinning office chair, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. It had been a long day, and if one more person stepped up to him and asked to take a picture, he thought he might rip their head off.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love his fans. He adored them. Today just hadn’t been a good day. He’d woken up and had been unable to find his favorite t-shirt, when he tried to pet Hammie, the cat had turned up his nose and stalked away, and he’d broken both his shoe laces. Then the meeting he’d had about taking his motorcycle through rings of fire had been completely unproductive.

Oh yeah, and he had to interview another personal assistant.

On the phone her voice had that ring of false confidence, and he could hear the urgency and desperation underneath her confident words.

She said her name was Cassandra Gabrielle; she was new in town, a high school graduated, and highly qualified for this job. She couldn’t give him a call back number, she was afraid; she hadn’t had her phone plugged in at her apartment yet.

Apartment, Criss snorted now, thinking about it. He could hear the traffic of the street behind her; he knew the tinny sound of the pay phone. He should have told her to forget about it, say the position was already filled. After all, she was probably one of those—more enthusiastic fans.

But there was something about her voice that made him tell her to come in, something about the way her voice trembled slightly as she gave her work history. This Cassandra was begging him not to tell her no, pleading with him to at least give her a chance.

Hammie wandered in just then and stared at him for a moment. Apparently he was over his hissy fit, because he leapt into his master’s lap and settled in there.

“Here for a little moral support when I tell her no?” Criss murmured, stroking the cat’s soft fur and smiling as the feline began to purr beneath his hand.

He had a full hour before the girl was due to show up, if she even came. Criss yawned and let his head fall back, letting his eyes drift shut. After all, it had been so long since he’d had a good night’s sleep.

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Great. Just freaking GREAT. Cassandra was running down the street, holding the old newspaper over her head. Not only had she realized that she didn’t have any interview appropriate clothes, but then it started to rain.

Today of all day’s. She couldn’t afford a cab, and wasn’t willing to risk the bus system and maybe be late. She needed this job. The twenty dollars had gone towards a pair of dollar store stockings to make her skirt seem a little more professional, and some make up so she could look like she honestly did care, not to mention what little food she had limited herself too.

You only got so far on miniature bags of potato chips. She thought her stomach was going to crawl out her mouth and go find someone who would treat it better.

It had been threatening rain since the evening she arrived, and of course it would choose to do so today, the one day where she had to not look like a drowned rat.

Cassandra hurried as quick as she could, feeling the newspaper melt above her, raindrops seeming into her hair to make her scalp damp.

Maybe, if she was lucky, C. Angel would be an understanding, forgiving sort of man. He’d sounded really nice on the phone, at least.

The paper in tatters in her hands, her hair curling and clinging to the back of her neck, and the make up beginning to track down her face, Cassandra stopped in front of the address he had given her.

The Luxor Hotel. She gulped.

There was no place to go but in.
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