"You are a porn starlet."

You don't believe it at first but when you connect things in your mind, you start to believe it more and more. The thought of being a starlet for porn blows your mind and you develop a brief mental breakdown.

You try to retaliate and hit your mother hard but she stops you with a remark. She says, "You can't stop it, I'm afraid."

"What do you mean?" you ask still in a fiery rage bottling up inside you.

"I mean that people are already coming to this place to start you off on your career."

"What people? Career?" you ask disappointingly.

But before you can get an answer, someone knocks on the already open office door.