She stormed into the room, slammed her bag on the couch, and stomped her feet in a fit of rage before facing her mother, who had her eyes glued to some documents.
"What's got you in a hissy fit, my darling?" Her mother said, her voice cold and nonchalant, not even bothering to look at her.
That was her mother, Linda Smith, always poised and proper. Heart made of stone. Cold and vicious. Nothing seemed to faze her. Not even when her father died. Not even when their company was in a crisis.
Her mother had always appeared to be in control, unlike her.
In truth, she was a fucking mess.
"I just lost another fucking contract." She just received a phone call from her manager, informing her that she would probably lose more if she didn't return as soon as possible. "The longer I stay here, Mom, the worse it is for my career."
For years, she had struggled to build a career for herself in the entertainment business until an opportunity opened overseas.
