- 3.
Mark, being the rich, connected guy he was,
could absolutely make my life hell.
He could end my career and make sure I
couldn’t live in this city.
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I forced down my anger.
Some bystanders were taking pics of me,
even saying horrible things.
“What’s wrong with her? She got some
serious issues.”
“Must be a single loser who’s jealous.”
“A total basket case…”
Their words were making my blood pressure
spike, my head pounded more and more.
Tiffany started playing the victim, “It’s alright,
honey. It’s probably her feelings, it makes her
do crazy things. She must have been so sad
when you broke up with her.”
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The crowd got louder with their hate speech,
calling me names, a man even yelled “slut“.
“Will you apologize?”
Mark stared at me, his eyes full of warning.
I had to bite the bullet and said, “I’m sorry. I
was in the wrong…”
My body was shaking, the emotions were
taking over.
Mark’s eyes shifted to a strange look, a mix
of confusion and something else.
“Can I go now?”
He said nothing, but I turned and ran.
“Sarah…”
I could hear him calling me, his footsteps
getting close.
But he didn’t catch up. Another voice was
more important. “Honey, I’m dizzy. Can you
help me?”
Yeah right.
These people should be working in Hollywood
not my personal life.
I am so done with them.
Two days later, my boss landed me a huge
gig.
Not only did I have to shoot photos, but I had
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to paint a portrait too.
I was the only one at the studio who could
handle that.
Plus, the client was paying top dollar, way
more than my surgery expenses.
I said yes immediately.
Turns out, the client was Tiffany. She found
the studio just to have me paint their portrait
and do their photoshoot.
My job was to shoot them as a couple and
make a romantic painting.
