Sometimes you meet the wrong person at the wrong time, and that kind of hindrance causes destruction wherever it leads.
When Cassie Noble is assigned as reputation ridden Matthew Gray Gubler's assistant she has to overcome her issues with control to...
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He's late, he's fucking late.
She had been pacing around his trailer silently cursing him out in Arabic as the clock ticked, twenty-six minutes, he hadn't sent a text, hadn't called anyone.
Normally Cassie would just brush this off, sometimes people we're late, but this Monday morning was different.
This caused them to to set back rehearsal time, which set back production, which set back costume, and makeup, and food, he had messed everything up, and she was the one getting the blame, she was his assistant.
But she needed to sort this, she needed him to walk in that door right now with some good ass excuse because not only was this her paycheck, it was her life, her reputation, her way of getting the fucking promotion and he was putting it all at risk. This was not helping the anxiety that was still simmering from the explosion those two nights ago, she had spent the weekend resting from the overwhelming situation.
The sound of a pushed open door caused her head to snap around, watching as he lazily walked in, tired eyes, black jumper and dark jeans sloppily hanging off his body, he look horrific and she hoped he felt like shit.
He stopped in his tracks as he saw her standing their, red shirt and red-faced, she was furious. Brows furrowed and eyes pointed, teeth gritted and any sense of clam being lost in the flood of red filled rage.
"Did you have a nice weekend?" She hissed and him with stern eyes, her tongue being her sharpest weapon.
"What do you want." Matthew groaned at her in frustration collapsing on the sofa looking at with somewhat disgust, not having the time or energy for this today.
"What do I want? I want you to arrive on set on time." Cassie's voice was rising, ridden with anger as she spoke to him walking closer to the table.
"I'm ten minutes late, no ones going to die." He rises his brows waving his hands in the air mocking her reaction.
"Twenty minutes, twenty-six to be exact. No ones going to die but you're going to wish you had." She laughed frustrated, that was the most dominant emotion in her heart, extreme frustration.
"You should calm down, not good for your heart being that angry." He leant back with a sigh his hands behind his head eyes trying to close them. He dripped liquid ego, the pride of his being strong enough to smell, though for him it came in the scent of strong mahogany, like the pianos Cassie used to play as a child.
