Refusing to Hand Over the Lottery, Faced Rumors
Language: en
Filming for the new series had just begun when I got a call from my dad. He wanted to set me up on a blind date. The guy was apparently the total package—handsome, charming, and had just snagged the award for Best Director at an international film festival. I was still debating whether to meet him when my phone blew up with notifications from the production’s group chat. “Zoe, you won!” “You got the grand prize in the kick-off raffle! A quarter of a million dollars!” Before I even had a chance to celebrate, the director's assistant, a man named Mills, was standing in front of me. “Hand it…