Tears welled up in Anna Bruce's eyes, and she slumped down on the edge of the bed.
Staring at the photo on her phone screen that showed her with her mother and younger brother, she gritted her teeth and reluctantly decided to meet that director.
The next evening, at that renowned high-end club in the city center, the director spotted her from afar.
A greasy smile spread across his face, and he hurried over to her.
He exclaimed joyfully, "Well, if it isn't the future big star, Miss Anna Bruce! I've been eagerly waiting for you!"
As he spoke, he reached out to put his arm around her waist.
She flinched and nimbly sidestepped out of his grasp.
The smile on the director's face froze instantly, and his expression turned so gloomy that it seemed as if it could drip with malice.
But then, as if he had just thought of something, he quickly put on a beaming smile again, as if nothing had happened just now.
The director sauntered over to the nearby bar table, picked up a wine bottle, and poured a glass for both himself and Anna Bruce.
"Miss Bruce, I'm sure you're here today to secure a better role for yourself, right? Come on, how about you finish this glass first?"
At this moment, she knew clearly that she had no way out. Summoning up her courage, she furrowed her brows, pinched her nose, and tilted her head back to gulp down the wine.
"Good, Miss Bruce is indeed straightforward. Then go ahead and finish these remaining glasses," the director said.
Just then, the director stepped aside a bit.
It turned out that while they were talking, the bartender had already lined up rows of wine bottles on the table.
Anna Bruce's hand gripping the wine glass turned white, and her fingernails were almost digging into her palm.
Her heart was filled with despair at that moment, but she still held onto that faint glimmer of hope, praying that the director would keep his promise.
Suddenly, she grabbed a wine bottle and tilted her head back to empty it in one go, then one bottle after another.
After a few bottles of wine, her head started to spin, and her steps became unsteady.
That's when the director revealed his true, despicable nature.
His fat, greasy hand slid up Anna Bruce's thigh.
It was as if something had struck her head with a bang, and she immediately sobered up from the alcohol.
A surge of anger welled up inside her, and she couldn't hold back any longer.
She slapped the director hard across the face with a resounding "smack."
The director was sent staggering backward a large step.
Holding his face, his eyes widened like copper bells, clearly not expecting that this young woman would dare to resist.
Then, the director started cursing loudly.
"You little bitch! How dare you hit me! I've been in this business long before you even knew what you were doing! You were probably still playing in the mud somewhere back then!"
He almost poked his finger right at her nose.
"You can forget about being in this movie. Get out of the crew right now! And in the entire entertainment industry, with just one word from me, no one will dare to hire you! You can just wait to be kicked out of this business and starve to death..."
The square was deserted in the dead of night.
Anna Bruce dragged her legs, which felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and shuffled over to the steps beside the fountain. She sat down slowly, feeling completely drained of energy, and buried her head between her legs.
"Aaaah!"
she let out a hysterical scream, as if trying to vent her anger at the unfairness of the world. Just then, her phone rang suddenly...
