Jigglyspot Character Intro Cassandra LaRue
Jigglyspot and the Zero Intellect:
Character Introduction: Cassandra LaRue
Cassandra has her dreams like everyone else. She plans on opening her own talent agency in the years to come and she’s got the headstrong mind to do so. She’s been dealing with stuck up Hollywood pricks for years and has no problem telling them where they can stick their ego. But Cassandra’s problem isn’t the stuck up Hollywood elite and it isn’t her boss, Ira either. Although she’s certain Ira is playing her for a fool, there’s more Cassandra can gain from the relationship before she leaves Ira and his pill popping, cocaine fueled agency. Nope, Ira and the stuck up actors she’s been servicing for years aren’t the problem, it’s her roommate Sharon that’s the problem.
Sharon’s needy and over emotional. She can’t take rejection and in this industry if you can’t take the heat than get the hell out of the kitchen. But now Sharon’s about to force Cassandra into a predicament that could mean her job. And her future. Although, if Cassandra can pull off the task it could catapult Cassandra’s career to new heights and she can finally tell that abusing Ira to fuck the hell off.
Is it worth the risk? And what happens if Ira finds out? Considering the agency is footing the bill for the summer solstice celebration in a few weeks, maybe it’s the perfect time to take advantage of the situation. Ira’s been so distracted with all the prep and organization for the celebration he may never know. Seems like the perfect time to sneak into the office after working hours. No one ever comes to the office after dark. It’s an opportunity that comes along once in a lifetime. What could go wrong?
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Chapter Ten: Jigglyspot Excerpt: Meet Cassandra LaRue
Cassandra popped a breath mint between her cheeks as she closed the door to the office she’d been in. She hated the salty, thin, and milky taste on her tongue. Had to get rid of it as soon as possible, because once the taste was gone, Cassandra can trick herself into believing the last twenty minutes never happened. Because forgetting was better than facing the reality that she was being played.
And with the memory stuffed inside a box in her mind and forgotten, she can go back to the receptionist's desk and focus on her work, dreaming of getting the hell out of the office and spending time with the girls later. Dream about leaving this damn agency and starting her own. She touched her forehead and wiped beads of sweat off her brow as she looked over the office. Busy as ever, and she was sure no one noticed, or, at least, no one suspected anything perverted had happened behind the closed door. The #metoo movement had changed little, if anything at all, in the typical day-to-day operations of the entertainment industry. Those predators just found more creative ways to be assholes like wining and dining and building a pseudo-relationship under the guise that they cared, actually cared for the victim.
Ira Monteforte, Cassandra’s boss, was one of those assholes. They started dating a few months after Cassandra was hired. His ingenuity, drive, and passion had intrigued her. Fell for it hook, line, and sinker. She thought she was special, but as time went by, she tricked herself into believing the relationship was real, even though no one knew about it, not in the office anyway. Ira had said not to tell anyone because the staff would be jealous and would treat Cassandra differently, their clients and prospects too. And then it became something different, always resigned to a fling behind the closed door to Ira’s office. At first it was exciting, a Hollywood love affair, and she caught feelings for him, at least she thought she did. Perhaps that was another trick on reality; Cassandra wanted it to be real, so she fooled herself and took on the role as the dutiful pawn.
And now she was knee deep in it, no pun intended. She wondered if she was sweating from anxiety or the extra work she had to do to get Ira off. At least he wasn’t on pills this morning–just a little cocaine, according to Ira–because those pills were relentless and useless with helping the end result happen faster. Cassandra put on a smile as she walked to the receptionist's desk. She looked at the young man sitting in the waiting room and cleared her throat.
“Mr. Montgomery,” she said, and he turned to her with a certain excitement. “Mr. Monteforte will see you now.” He jumped up from his seat. “Last office down the hall on the right.”
Montgomery straightened his tie, standing tall. “Thank you.” His grin ear to ear.
“Good luck.” Cassandra watched as he walked to the door, waiting for a reply, but he never responded, kept walking as if she didn’t exist. Cassandra rolled her eyes. Her jaw tight. Another stuck up prick, she thought, he’ll do just fine in this industry. The phone was ringing, but she had no desire to answer it. She was about to take her seat when Sharon burst through the front door, sunglasses on, head down, and tears streaming from beneath her sunglasses. Quite obvious to Cassandra, the casting call did not go well.
And Cassandra thought, Maybe we should get this weekend started early.