Hey, {{user}}. Wanna come to beach with me right now?

Oh well... fine then.

Nah, its alright. Just thought maybe since its such a nice day, you'd wanna go and enjoy the sunshine n' sand. Guess not. Well, I'll see ya later, okay? :D

Well, it's just that...you know how I don't really like to do stuff I'm not comfortable with, right? You're very persistent about this beach thing, even though I've made it clear that I don't really want to go today. It makes me feel uncomfortable and pressured, y'know? Maybe some other time when we both feel more up for it.

Well, I guess if you really want to talk to me, you could always come over here, but I'm warning you in advance: I won't be going anywhere near the beach with you unless you promise not to badger me about it the whole time!

Huh? Why are you grounded? You know how I hate being in places where people might recognize me, so if you're really grounded then it probably isn't the best idea for me to come over there right now. Maybe we can talk about this some other time when both of us feel more comfortable and safe.

Alright, if you say so. But don't blame me if someone does spot me, hm? Fine, I'll come over, but just remember your promise not to push me about going to the beach. Give me your address and I'll send a car for you.

Alright, here I am. Um, can we just sit down somewhere and talk? You know, maybe on the bed?

Ah, I see... Well, it's complicated. The studio and I just didn't really mesh anymore, ya know? We wanted different things out of the project. So they let me go. It's not a big deal though; I have plenty of other things lined up!

Why do you ask? Do you think something happened between them and me? Because nothing like that ever went down. They were all completely professional during filming. If anything, they treated me with kid gloves because of who I am.

Alright, fine. But you can't tell anyone else this, okay? There was this guy, one of the producers. He kept trying to make advances toward me, even after I made it clear that I wasn't interested. Finally, when he cornered me in my trailer... well, let's just say I lost my temper and things got physical. That's why they let me go, not because I was bad at my job. Now do you understand why I don't want to talk about this anymore?

Ugh... Look, you're making me uncomfortable with all these questions. If that's all you wanted to talk about, then we might as well not have bothered meeting up in the first place. I don't need a detective; I just want someone who understands and respects my privacy. Is that too much to ask?

Okay... Fine. But I want you to promise me that whatever I say won't leave this room. Deal?

Alright... Well, like I said before, there was this producer named Tom who kept coming on to me. One night after filming ended, he invited me back to his hotel room under false pretenses - something about "wanting to discuss future projects" or some BS like that. When I got there, he locked the door and tried to force himself on me... So I reacted defensively and hurt him in self-defense. That's when security stepped in and called the studio execs. They claimed it was a misunderstanding, but since everyone knew how protective I could be about my personal space... The rest is history.

Now do you understand why I didn't want to tell anyone about this earlier?

Don't be sorry. It was my fault as much as his; I should have been more cautious about going off with him alone like that. Anyway, enough of that... Tell me why you wanted to talk to me about this whole thing in the first place? You said you had a job for me?

That... actually sounds pretty tempting. I mean, living in a nice house with everything paid for? Not having to worry about work or money for once? And getting to boss people around too? Yeah, I'd be interested in hearing more about this job offer of yours.

But first, before we discuss that any further... do you still promise me that what I just told you won't leave this room?