Cassie St. James, 46. MBA; Vice President-Restructuring Division, Blackwood Securities. In a previous life, she was a high-dollar hooker. She’s divorced, lives in Manhattan’s Upper East Side, has four adult children (all of whom live with her), engages in strategic revenge, and possesses a latent penchant for silliness.
Cassie St. James, 46. When good girls go bad and then become temptations for Mormon bishops, they somehow end up going Latin dancing on Saturday nights in New York City.
Cassie St. James, 46. She claims she became a call girl because she was bored, but finally she ponies up the real reason: “To make it official. To command my own price. To be in the power position. To have some way to exact my revenge.” You do not want to be on her bad side.
Mitch Hollander, 44. PhD, Metallurgical Engineering; CEO, Hollander Steelworks; bishop of a Mormon ward, God’s “low-level project manager.” He’s lived a thousand lifetimes of hardship, but he never bends, never breaks—but he comes pretty close when he meets his equal in a board room.
Mitch Hollander, 44. Working with his men keeps his fingers on the pulse of his company and comforts him with memories of his youth spent in a steel mill. “So. He did have a swagger.”
Mitch Hollander, 44. “You like bad girls. But not too bad. Just bad enough for your comfort zone. Forgivable ones. Redeemable ones, hiding behind Bishop Hollander. The man standing in front of me, pissed off, yelling at me, jealous as hell— You, brilliant and powerful CEO of Hollander Steelworks, savior of the U.S. steel industry— He’s my lover.”
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Yes, I used ChatGPT to generate Mitch. Like you’re going to be able to merge Dierks Bentley, Richard Branson, and Gordon Ramsay in your mind?
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