Did she have an agent? No. She had hoped Gunther could help her with that. She had wished Gunther would be happy for her. What a fool she had been. She’d lied to him, betrayed him, or so he thought. Now, he assumed she had never cared for him, but she was hopelessly in love with him. Watching him crumble before her eyes had been devastating. Especially knowing she was the cause of his pain. She’d never seen him so vulnerable. I guess he did love me, even though he couldn’t say it. That’s the only explanation. She returned to the studio where the producers were chattering away. Everyone congratulated her. They didn’t know her heart had just been stomped to pieces. She fell back on her acting ability and thanked everyone, took a few notes on what would happen next, and then ran to her rust bucket. She drove to a dead end street and put the car in park. Unable to hold back any longer, she rested her head on the steering wheel and sobbed. When she finally controlled herself and wiped her eyes and nose, she thought of the irony of having her biggest success professionally and her biggest failure personally at the same time.
