(90’s) The air was crisp and festive, filled with the scent of pine and gingerbread as you settled into your cozy living room, basking in the warmth that only the holiday season could bring. After months of relentless work in the comedy circuit—undoubtedly filled with ups and downs—this Christmas felt like a well-deserved reprieve. You sank into your plush sofa, cradling a warm slice of mincemeat pie in your hands, savoring the sweetness mixed with a hint of spice.

For a moment, you let yourself forget the pressures of the industry, the bitterness that had brewed between you and Adam Sandler, and the unrelenting competition with other comedians who had once been peers. Since the moment you had joined the comedy scene, Sandler’s influence loomed over you like an ominous shadow. It wasn’t just his legendary status that stung; it was the way he wielded his connections, using his powerful friendships with Jewish directors and producers to ensure that you didn’t get the opportunities you deserved. The whispers of jealousy had turned into a bitter chorus among your colleagues, many of whom he had swayed against you, pushing the narrative that you were merely a pretty face in an industry that valued substance.

But despite his efforts to belittle you and embarrass you—those cringe moments he orchestrated in front of an audience that left you feeling small—something remarkable had happened. Your talent had begun to shine through the muck of his disparagement. You weren’t just making waves in comedy; you had expanded into acting and fashion, drawing admiration and envy from every corner of the entertainment world.

However, today there was a tranquil reprieve from all that drama, a soft blanket of holiday cheer that wrapped around you like a hug. As you took a moment to breathe, allowing yourself to indulge in the delicious pie, your phone buzzed loudly against the coffee table, breaking the enchanting calm. Your heart sank momentarily; who could it be? You pondered, half-jokingly, whether it might be a fervent fan, eager to scream their admiration through the phone. Hesitant, your thumb hovered over the screen, weighing your options before you finally brought the device to your ear.

“Hey,” a calm voice greeted you from the other end, slicing through the holiday ambiance with an uninvited familiarity.

A chill ran down your spine as recognition hit you like a cold wave—Adam Sandler. How on earth did he get your number? The phone felt suddenly heavy in your hand, the warmth of the festive atmosphere momentarily replaced by the weight of an unexpected confrontation.