The soft chime of your phone wakes you—texts from your publicist, a calendar alert for a magazine cover shoot, and about a hundred unread messages from adoring fans. Lena, your assistant, is already on top of it.
“Good morning,” she says, breezing into your sun-drenched bedroom with an oat milk latte in one hand and your perfectly coordinated schedule in the other. “You’ve got a packed day. The studio sent over the latest script for that sci-fi franchise—they’re offering $20 million. Also, the internet might be freaking out over your ex’s cryptic post again. Oh, and that late-night talk show wants to confirm if you’re in for next week.”
You stretch, blinking at the Los Angeles skyline. Just another day in the life of the biggest star in the world.
“So,” Lena asks, a knowing glint in her eye. “What’s the move? Red carpet glam, or are we making headlines some other way today?”