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When I took the job as Megan’s assistant, everyone congratulated me. “You’re so lucky.” “She seems amazing.” “Tell her I’m a fan.” I smiled and nodded. After three days, I knew better. Megan was impossible. If coffee was too hot, she complained. If coffee was too cold, she complained. If traffic existed, somehow it was my fault. In public she was sunshine and rainbows. In private she was a thunderstorm looking for a target. Then everything changed. During a photoshoot, Megan slipped while hurrying down a staircase. The fall wasn’t life-threatening, but she badly injured her ankle. The doctor was blunt. “No walking without assistance for several weeks.” Megan looked horrified. “Several weeks?” “Several.” For the first time since I’d met her, she couldn’t storm away from people. She couldn’t stomp out of rooms. She couldn’t do anything alone. And somehow that meant I was the one assigned to help her. The first week was miserable. “Megan, your medication.” “I don’t want it.” “Megan, you need to rest.” “I’m bored.” “Megan, stop trying to walk on it.” “I hate you.” “That’s nice.” She glared. I handed her an ice pack. The second week something strange happened. The fighting got quieter. One night I found her sitting on the couch staring out the window. No phone. No makeup. No cameras. Just silence. “You okay?” “Fine.” She didn’t sound fine. For a moment I considered leaving. Then she spoke. “You know what’s funny?” “What?” “Nobody visits.” I looked up. “No friends?” She laughed bitterly. “Turns out if you’re awful to everyone, eventually they stop calling.” The room became very quiet. It was the first honest thing I’d ever heard her say. After that, little cracks started appearing