Cassandra the All Knowing Part 3

Part 2

When Mad Maxwell saw Cassandra he offered her his hand and brought her back on stage. "You ready for round two?" he asked her. She solemnly nodded to him barely taking her eyes off of Anton.

"Okay," Mad Maxwell said into the microphone. "We're back with the beautiful and astonishing Cassandra."

He paused expecting her to say something but she was still pretty shook up. Mad Maxwell continued. "You completely continue to baffle me, Cassandra. How do you do what you do?"

Cassandra snapped out of it and looked at Mad Maxwell. "Just a gift, I guess," she said.

"Well, we're going to continue taking questions for Cassandra. What's your name, sir?" Mad Maxwell asked an older gentleman that came on stage. Geoffrey, Cassandra thought to herself. He's going to ask me about his son being unemployed. This is my chance to impress everyone.

"Geoffrey," the man said.

"And what is your question, Geoffrey?" Mad Maxwell asked.

"Mad Maxwell," Cassandra said before the man could speak. "If I could interrupt, he is wondering about his son who was recently laid off. Your worried because he's struggling finding another job. Is that right?"

The man looked astonished. "Yes," he said.

She couldn't help but smirk. This was going to be a piece of cake. "He will find another job in two and a half weeks on a Wednesday, after going to an interview at a grocery store. They will give him a cashier position which of course isn't ideal and doesn't pay too much. But after about five months or so he will be promoted to manager which even though it doesn't pay that much more he'll enjoy it a lot more." Cassandra faced the audience with a smile, typically she didn't put in that many details but she knew this time that she would be absolutely right.

"Will he get a better job after that?" the man asked her.

She thought about it for a second. "No," she said. "Because he won't look for another job after that. The spirits might tell me something different if he were to look. He will stay at the grocery store until he retires but he will continue to get raises in the current timeline. I believe Melody wants to ask me about her love life."

The girl that Cassandra had seen was Melody looked at her in surprise. Mad Maxwell looked at Cassandra and then at the next girl in line, he gestured for the old man to step down. "Are you Melody?" Mad Maxwell asked her.

"I am," she said. "I recently broke up with my boyfriend and I wanted to see if there were any prospects on the horizon."

"Yes," Cassandra answered. "In three weeks time you will meet a man at your favorite coffee shop, The Brew, while you are with your friends . . . Heather and Jen. This guy and you will hit it off but he won't ask you at until he finds you twice more at The Brew. The second time which will be in five weeks, you will be by yourself, and he will ask you out."

"Will he ask me out sooner if I go by myself the first time?" she asked.

Cassandra played this scenario out in her head. "He will be less reluctant to talk to you but he still won't ask you out until the third time he sees you."

"Is there any way to speed it up? What's his name?" Melody asked starting to get excited.

Mad Maxwell looked at Cassandra cautiously. But Cassandra just smiled back. "Tim," she said. "And, dear, you could always ask him out. I see that he will not be intimidated by this and will accept the invitation. Invite him to get coffee, just the two of you. He will not only say yes but he will insist on paying and ask for another date."

Melody looked excited at Mad Maxwell. "Well, I got to say, Cassandra, you sound really sure of yourself," Mad Maxwell said.

"There's no need for hesitation when you know you're right, Mad Maxwell," she said. "I sound sure of myself because I am sure. We'll see. Melody, if you meet this man in three weeks time, you be sure to give Mr. Maxwell a call won't you."

"Of course," said Melody.

"I look forward to that call," Mad Maxwell said. Ignoring the next person in line he turned to face. "Now I have a question for Cassandra."

She smiled at him. "Yes, Mad Maxwell, your producer will be happy with your show tonight."

He laughed. "That's great. Well, that's all the time we have with Cassandra. Thanks, Cassandra, for coming. We always love having you."

"I always love being here. And if your driving home please avoid Main Street there is about to be a traffic jam," she said.

"Well, we got to go to commercial. Once we get back our next guest, local celebrity, Jasmine aka JazMakeUp, will be talking about her YouTube channel and some of the exciting things she has happening in the future so you're not going to want to miss that." he said.

He turned to Cassandra in astonishment. "How did you know Melody's name and what everyone was going to ask?"

Cassandra winked at him. "I'm a psychic," she said.

"Well, color me impressed," he said. "You'll be invited to be back on my show very soon . . . that is if what you said about my producer is correct."

"It will be," she said. "Thanks, Mad Maxwell."

Cassandra walked off stage feeling pretty smug. This is what she always wanted, she was going to become famous with this gift.

"It's great, right?" she heard from behind her. Anton picked up his pace so he was right beside her.

Cassandra muffled a frustrated groan. She had almost completely forgotten about Anton.

Anton looked at her. "What time is good for a date?" he said.

"Not sure," she said. And she wasn't. For some reason she couldn't foresee what her week would be like.

"How about after your audition on Friday?" he said.

"What audition on Friday?" she said.

"Well, right now, you're already thinking about calling the local tv studio and demanding an audition. That's going to be on Friday," he said.

"How come I don't see that?" she said.

"You can't see everything in your own future," he said. "Because your actions could change based on the visions they're too fluent. Sort of like a paradox. Other people are more set in stone because they don't know what is to come."

Cassandra just stared at him.

"Friday, after your audition then?" he said giving her a weary look.

"Yeah, fine, whatever," she said.

"Great," he said. "Look forward to it."

Cassandra watched him run away and actually did groan. She really wasn't looking forward to going out with him. But as she was thinking about how she didn't want to go with him she got a vision of a loophole. He couldn't take the gift away whether she went with him or not.

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Cassandra the All Knowing Part 2

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He smiled at Cassandra and held out his hand. "My name is Anton. I heard you on the radio before. You have a real talent. I came down here because I wanted to see if you were as pretty as you sound. You are," he said.

She gave him a sympathy smile but didn't return the handshake. "Nice to meet you, Anton. So, you're a fan?" she said.

He put his hand down. "Well, sort of," he said. "I'm impressed by your psychic power. It's rare for mortals to have your talents."

"You say that like you're not a mortal," she said.

He winked at her. "Hey, can I get you some food?" he said.

What a weirdo, Cassandra thought, but she'd never turn down free food especially from a fan. "Of course," she said.

"Cool," he said giving her that smile. Cassandra left and went and sat at one of the tables they had set up.

Anton joined her and handed her a chicken sandwich. "Here you go. I know this is what you wanted," he said.

Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Anton, I'm a psychic. I'm not impressed by your ability to predict this is what I wanted. You probably saw me looking at the sign and realized that is what I was looking at."

Anton laughed and leaned in close. He looked both ways like someone might be listening and said quietly, "But Cassandra, I really am a psychic. Not only that but I could make you a real psychic too."

It was Cassandra's turn to look around to make sure no one was listening. "Oh, please," she said. "As a psychic I know there is no such thing as psychics. Just people who are in tune."

"But there is. I could turn you into one if you agreed to do something for me," he said.

"Like what?"

"Like if I granted you the ability to really see the future then you would go out with me on one date and give me a chance. I'm actually really charming when given the chance."

This conversation was getting ridiculous. She knew many people believed in psychics, that's why she was able to be successful, but this guy was clearly just a creep trying to make a move on her. Cassandra was not interested in him but she also didn't believe he could give her the ability to see the future. "Okay," she said sarcastically. "If you give me the ability to see the future then I'll go out with you."

He stared into her eyes and she could swear that his blue pupils started to glow. Suddenly she felt like she had just been sleeping and just woken up with a start. The world seemed clearer to her and she could see people all over the world; what they were going to do, when they were going to do it, and where they were going to do it. She was unaware that her brain could handle so much knowledge.

"It is done," he said.

Despite the feeling that she had got, Cassandra still didn't believe him entirely. She did mind tricks so she knew one when she saw one. He had only made her feel like she had gotten some magic ability. "Yes, I'm ready to go," she said standing up.

The radio producer who had been sent to get her gave her a surprised look. She hadn't even been looking at him. Cassandra was shocked too. She walked with the producer for a little while when she saw a man and his daughter about to cross the street that led to the exit. "Watch out," she yelled at them. The man held out his hand stopping his daughter as a car that hadn't been in view sped by. They looked at Cassandra in astonishment and Cassandra looked at Anton in astonishment.

He smiled and waved. "Don't forget our date!" he yelled.

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