When I returned to the apartment, I found that the door code had been changed.The property manager stood outside, looking awkward. "Mr. Callahan, this apartment is registered under Ms. Monroe's name. The company just notified us that, effective today, you're no longer allowed to use it."My belongings had been packed into several cardboard boxes and dumped haphazardly in the hallway.My trophies, scripts, and clothes were all mixed together. One of my trophies had even been broken off at the base. It was the first Best Actor award I'd ever won.On the night I received it, Zara had held me in her arms and told me that this trophy mattered more to her than every business the Monroe family owned.Now, her staff had thrown it on the floor like a piece of trash.I picked up the broken trophy, pulled my laptop out of a box, and sat down in the hallway to check my work email.Incorrect password.I couldn't access the company's cloud drive, publicity platform, or business management s
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