Laura Sweet writes bad checks laurasweet.com habitual liar, conartist, madame bev hills, California

 The whole next day she screamed and tormented me.  Constantly talking down to me, yelling, punching the wall if i annoyed her.  When i went to her bathroom i noticed a mirror by the tub with white residue covering it.  When i mentioned that ill clean up she quickly rushed in the bathroom and shoved me out, obviously embarrassed with my discovery!  Im just a small town girl, i didnt know what to do.

  i was afraid to drink or touch anything in her place due to the filth everywhere. I noticed mini drug look vials stuffed in her desk.  I assumed she was suffering from a severe cocaine addiction and knew i had to get out of there.   She had fits of niceness, then rage the next second.  Shes bipolar with a god comlex, a very dangerous combo.   When i mentioned how she would pay me, she snapped "i pay my assitants at the end of every work week"!  She is pure evil narscicistic witch.   Her motto is power by any means necessary, manipulation, using, lying cheating.  I wasnt sure if it was for money or to support the drug habit.

  The third day i grew numb to it. When i turned down her offer to sleep in her room, she violently threw my frozen dinner off onto the ground and slammed her door.  Again later, some strange person came ,  an escort this time, a big she male looking maniac walked through to her room.  It was like rupaul but banged up.  Again i got no sleep due to her nightly romp.    Thats just the beginning, i can only come forward know cause i finally left town and she cant seek her revenge, i hope.  I know shell freak out and head hunt me, but i had to come forward. One of her other assistants told me similar nightmares. But when she mentioned to laura sweet how she was gonna expose her, the powerful with put a stop to that by starting a internet hate blog on her familys business and effected her dads lively hood back home.   Finally her neighbor knew what was going on and let me stay with her and hide till the next day.  When i mentioned to Laura sweet that i want to go back home, the return ticket was gone, she flipped out and kicked me out of the house. I heard her screaming at her neighbor for putting me up, and she wouldnt let me get my bags from her place. After a long time of banging on her door, i was a nervous wreck, she flung my bags out the window onto the street.  When i threatened to call the police she said she already filed a restraining order on me that i better run from her door.  I was scared crying, flipping out i ran out of there and charged my phone at coffee shop and got my dad to get me a emergency ticket home.  That was just a taste of my Laura Sweet nightmare.  Thats just the short version; Whoever she approaches for assitant or any kind of job run as fast as you can.