No

You flinch at his words, feeling a mix of anger and disgust. You can't believe he's acting like nothing happened.

"I agree," he continues, "You have what it takes. I'll take you on as a client."

He holds out his hand, expecting you to shake it. You stare at it for a moment, feeling a mix of emotions.

You want to slap it away, to scream, to cry. But you also want to get something out of this horrible experience. You take a deep breath and shake his hand, trying to keep your composure.

"Thank you," you say, your voice shaking.

"Don't mention it," Bobby says, a hint of a smile on his face. "I'll be in touch."

You nod, your mind racing. You can't believe what just happened. You feel dirty, used, and violated. But you also feel a sense of relief. You made it. You're now a client of one of the most powerful agents in Hollywood.

You quickly gather your things and leave Bobby's office, feeling a mix of emotions. You feel like you need to get out of there, to escape the pain and humiliation. You make your way down the hallway, your legs shaking. You don't know where you're going, but you don't care. You just need to get away.

You find yourself in driving to a bar that you remember from a few weeks ago. The lights are dim, and the music is loud. You hesitate for a moment, wondering if it's a good idea to go in. But then you remember the pain, the humiliation, and you make up your mind. You push open the door and step inside.

The air is thick with smoke, and the smell of cheap beer and sweat fills your nostrils. The bar is almost empty, save for a few patrons sitting at the counter, nursing their drinks. You take a seat at the far end, trying to make yourself as small as possible.