Chapter 11
Madeline knew Lance Grant was serious when he gave her his personal card with a phone number. But she was unsure if his intention would harm her in the long run.
After all, she had experienced a terrible love life that ruined her career once, so she became extremely paranoid when dealing with men now, especially the powerful ones who could ruin her life even worse.
"Alright, there’s no point thinking about it right now. I need to clear my head first," Madeline told herself. She put his business card inside her bag, cleaned her make-up, and changed her clothes.
She dragged her suitcase out of the studio and drove away. She had nowhere to go after the talk show ended. She wouldn’t have another talk show in five more days and didn’t know if she could stay relevant after this.
After all, she was a washed-up actress using shock factors to earn money. These people would eventually grow bored of her.
"Well, maybe I should start accepting endorsements on my Instagram. That should help, right?" Madeline had recently made a new Instagram account and had amassed three million followers in just the span of a month.
But hate comments would flood the comment section whenever she posted something.
Even her DMs were filled with people telling her to kill herself.
It didn’t affect her, honestly. She got used to it after four years of constant hate, but all these hate comments stopped her from getting any endorsements, let alone sponsorships.
She had been turned into a public punching bag with little benefit on social media.
’Then what should I do to stay relevant? This won’t last long, and the bills are piling up,’ Madeline thought. She entered the McDonald’s driveway and bought her lunch there, then went to Echo Park, where she usually spent her day sitting on the grass while staring at the lake.
She ate her late lunch, staring emptily while thinking about her next move.