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the entire way.
I slammed the door behind her, locking the deadbolt and sighing. Fourth one, in as many months. Fuckin’ A. Simon was going to be livid.
I pushed off the door, and made my way down the hall again. Fuck it. It didn’t matter how pissed Simon was. Some things were more important. I don’t care if I had to go through a hundred assistants. No one breaks my rules.
Chapter Two
Cora
I stared into my refrigerator and sighed. It was nearly empty, save for some two-week-old leftover lo mein, and six ketchup packets from McDonalds. “This blows,” I murmured, closing the door.
I ambled into the living room, and plopped down on my futon, which doubled as my bed, and dug into my purse, hoping to maybe find a granola bar I’d forgotten about. Hey, a girl can dream. I hit the motherload when I found not only a protein bar, but an apple from two days ago that I swiped from my brother’s house. Score!
I placed my pathetic lunch on my lap, and turned on the TV, needing an escape, when a “thump, thump, thump” began through the wall. “Not again,” I whined, turning up the volume.
“Oh! Oh! Ronaldo! Oh! Fuck me, baby. Yeah. Right there!”
I aimed the remote at the TV, and turned it as high as it would go, but it still couldn’t drown out the moans of my neighbor, Cassidy. I swear, she was a rabbit in another life the way she needed to hump all day and night. And, of course, it wasn’t always the same guy. This week was Ronaldo. Last week was Andy. The week before that was Jamal. I swear, the girl had more stamina than the Energizer Bunny. I got tired just listening to her.
Just as I was about to give up, and head to Starbucks to enjoy a free water with lemon (the only thing I could afford these days), my phone rang. Seeing my brother’s cheesy smile light up my screen, I swiped to answer. “Thank God,” I answered. “Hey, you wanna go out and grab a bite to eat?”
Simon was an amazing big brother, he had been since I was born, always looking after me and making sure no one hurt me or teased me. In fact, he was the whole reason I’d moved to Los Angeles three months ago. I knew if we went out to dinner, he’d pay for sure. He’d just expense it.
“Hey, sis. Um, I can’t right now. I have a million things on my plate. Can you come here? I’ll order some Chinese.”
Visions of the moldy Lo Mein in my fridge filled my mind, and I gagged a little. “Um, can we do pizza instead?”
“Sure. I’ll order from Bentallis. Be here in twenty?”
I rolled my eyes. Ever since I moved to LA, I’d come to realize that everyone thought you can get anywhere in “twenty.” It didn’t seem to matter if it was five or fifteen miles away, to all Angelites, they’d see you in twenty.
“Be right over.” I hung up, grabbing my keys and purse before heading out the door just as Cassidy was really amping it up. “Yes, Yes. Ohmygod, ohmygod, Yes!”
I rolled my eyes as I walked down the hallway, and headed for the stairs since the elevator was out of order—again. It was the fourth time in two weeks, but our shitty management didn’t seem to care that I had to walk up and down four flights of stairs every day. Oh, well. Maybe I’d lose a few pounds. My ass could certainly use it. Besides, living in this dump was only temporary until I was able to break into the industry. Or, so I kept telling myself.
I’d only graduated college in the spring before, making every motion picture major’s dream of moving to LA and working in the industry come true. My brother, Simon, who was ten years older than me, had fluidly stepped into the world after he graduated, scooping up A-list talent with in a year of making the move from our small town outside of Cleveland, Ohio.
I knew he could get me a job at his agency—and he’d offered several times—but I wanted to make it on my own accord, and not because people felt obligated to help
I slammed the door behind her, locking the deadbolt and sighing. Fourth one, in as many months. Fuckin’ A. Simon was going to be livid.
I pushed off the door, and made my way down the hall again. Fuck it. It didn’t matter how pissed Simon was. Some things were more important. I don’t care if I had to go through a hundred assistants. No one breaks my rules.
Chapter Two
Cora
I stared into my refrigerator and sighed. It was nearly empty, save for some two-week-old leftover lo mein, and six ketchup packets from McDonalds. “This blows,” I murmured, closing the door.
I ambled into the living room, and plopped down on my futon, which doubled as my bed, and dug into my purse, hoping to maybe find a granola bar I’d forgotten about. Hey, a girl can dream. I hit the motherload when I found not only a protein bar, but an apple from two days ago that I swiped from my brother’s house. Score!
I placed my pathetic lunch on my lap, and turned on the TV, needing an escape, when a “thump, thump, thump” began through the wall. “Not again,” I whined, turning up the volume.
“Oh! Oh! Ronaldo! Oh! Fuck me, baby. Yeah. Right there!”
I aimed the remote at the TV, and turned it as high as it would go, but it still couldn’t drown out the moans of my neighbor, Cassidy. I swear, she was a rabbit in another life the way she needed to hump all day and night. And, of course, it wasn’t always the same guy. This week was Ronaldo. Last week was Andy. The week before that was Jamal. I swear, the girl had more stamina than the Energizer Bunny. I got tired just listening to her.
Just as I was about to give up, and head to Starbucks to enjoy a free water with lemon (the only thing I could afford these days), my phone rang. Seeing my brother’s cheesy smile light up my screen, I swiped to answer. “Thank God,” I answered. “Hey, you wanna go out and grab a bite to eat?”
Simon was an amazing big brother, he had been since I was born, always looking after me and making sure no one hurt me or teased me. In fact, he was the whole reason I’d moved to Los Angeles three months ago. I knew if we went out to dinner, he’d pay for sure. He’d just expense it.
“Hey, sis. Um, I can’t right now. I have a million things on my plate. Can you come here? I’ll order some Chinese.”
Visions of the moldy Lo Mein in my fridge filled my mind, and I gagged a little. “Um, can we do pizza instead?”
“Sure. I’ll order from Bentallis. Be here in twenty?”
I rolled my eyes. Ever since I moved to LA, I’d come to realize that everyone thought you can get anywhere in “twenty.” It didn’t seem to matter if it was five or fifteen miles away, to all Angelites, they’d see you in twenty.
“Be right over.” I hung up, grabbing my keys and purse before heading out the door just as Cassidy was really amping it up. “Yes, Yes. Ohmygod, ohmygod, Yes!”
I rolled my eyes as I walked down the hallway, and headed for the stairs since the elevator was out of order—again. It was the fourth time in two weeks, but our shitty management didn’t seem to care that I had to walk up and down four flights of stairs every day. Oh, well. Maybe I’d lose a few pounds. My ass could certainly use it. Besides, living in this dump was only temporary until I was able to break into the industry. Or, so I kept telling myself.
I’d only graduated college in the spring before, making every motion picture major’s dream of moving to LA and working in the industry come true. My brother, Simon, who was ten years older than me, had fluidly stepped into the world after he graduated, scooping up A-list talent with in a year of making the move from our small town outside of Cleveland, Ohio.
I knew he could get me a job at his agency—and he’d offered several times—but I wanted to make it on my own accord, and not because people felt obligated to help
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