Rebecca woke up the next morning with the new schedule delivered to her inbox. The email informed her of fresh edits for several scripts waiting in her dressing room. What she didn’t expect at this time before her morning coffee was Ben, her agent, calling her. He told her not to look at her social media. Immediately, she started searching for the cause of his upset.
“What’s up, Ben? What deserves my attention at this moment? Where will I find it? Don’t keep me in suspense. Please tell me someone isn’t shaming me for being too thin. Are they accusing me of being addicted to some new drug? What about that goal of becoming a nun?” Rebecca ignored these types of rumors with everything she could muster. She wouldn’t let them affect her mood; she’d enough things that already did. Ben appeared to be oddly worried about this. If he was this worried, she needed to hear what this person revealed.
“No Becca. It’s by far worse than you think it is, my dear. Regrettably,
