Chapter 179: Stand By

Laura “You know, your story is so inspiring,” the pretty newscaster said to Cassandra, who was now back to her fully made-up self, dressed in a pink power suit. She looked perfect, ready to sell her sob story to the world while appearing like a professional piranha. “Thank you,” Cassandra smiled, tears brimming in her eyes, looking like the perfect poster child for acting. But I knew the truth behind it. The lies, the destruction it was currently causing Richard. I had thought about speaking up, but the world had changed. It was the twenty-first century, quickly moving into its fourth decade, and I was just so tired. I’d seen so many people come forward with their stories about the industry—how badly they’d been treated—and Cassandra was capitalizing on that moment. Her hands barely moved as she spoke, everything rehearsed, precise. I recalled something one of my psychology professors once said: *If a woman doesn’t move when she’s talking, she’s either crazy or acting—and not very w