“Good, great. That deserves a break, let's be back at 2:30.” The person on the intercom said, causing Janet to sigh with relief. She removed the bulky black headphones and placed them on the microphone stand before wiping her sweaty palms on her jean shorts as she walked out of the live room. She'd been worried about voice cracks or losing rhythm during recording, but the praise from the intercom suggested the session went well.

Janet hurried through hallways, smiling at people she passed, eager to smoke during her short break. Outside, she quickly reached into her jacket pocket for her cigarettes, lit one, and inhaled eagerly. Her face relaxed immediately as she exhaled a cloud of smoke.

Alone outside, she took out her phone and opened Instagram, scrolling through her feed unaware of another door opening nearby. She tensed when she saw a picture of herself from a fan account – an ego boost that came with anxiety, knowing these posts often contained backhanded compliments.

Biting her lip, she clicked on the comments. No rude remarks jumped out, but one comment about her jawline caught her attention. She sat up straighter, clicking on the replies – some defending, some agreeing with the observation. Huffing, she closed Instagram and opened Safari, revealing six tabs of plastic surgeons' websites and one showing surgery results. She started typing "plastic surgery jawline" but hesitated when she noticed movement from the corner of her eye.

Janet turned, yelping when she saw her assistant leaning against the white brick wall, looking at their phone. She quickly turned off her phone, facing them with a hand nervously rubbing her neck. "Ms. – why are you just standing there? Do you need something?"