The whispers that had once trailed her name, the speculation, the quiet judgment — all of it seemed to shrink in the face of her work. People weren't talking about gossip.
They were talking about her.
About the way she held a scene without raising her voice.
About the quiet strength in her expressions.
About the vulnerability that felt too real to be acting.
Anna wrapped both hands around her mug, grounding herself.
She had given everything to that role. The sleepless nights. The emotional unravelling. The silent battles she never spoke about.
And somehow, it had translated.
Kevin suddenly stopped pacing and looked at her with mock accusation. "Do you realize how many calls I've gotten since 7 a.m.? Three production houses. Two brand endorsements. And one director who specifically said, and I quote, 'I want her before she becomes impossible to book.'"
Anna let out a soft laugh at that.
Impossible to book.
Yesterday, they weren't sure if she'd be employable at all.
