Fiona Grantham wore sunglasses, her face livid.
Even the sunglasses on her face seemed utterly ridiculous at this moment.
After all, celebrities wore sunglasses mainly to avoid being recognized, and only partly for fashion.
But right now, even without the sunglasses, no one would notice her.
Fiona was both angry and furious, but more than that, she was scared and panicked.
Her current exposure was already very low, with no job offers.
All her exposure had to be self-generated online by her own efforts.
She didn't dare stop posting on Weibo daily, afraid that if she did, there would be no more news about her, and her fans would all disappear.
The most infuriating thing was that after Leo Foster stopped working with her, the company hadn't even assigned her a new manager.
Isn't this so ridiculous?
Even the assistant's salary was paid out of her own pocket.
"Phoebe, don't worry, you'll return to that glorious position sooner or later."
Nancy Lowe tried to comfort her.
