<p>Within a week, I sold my three cars, my house, and everything else of value. I moved back to my brother’s house—the same place I lived before I became famous.</p><p>But even after selling everything, my debts remained.</p><p>The industry had completely turned its back on me.</p><p> </p><p>—</p><p>"Lauriyya, you said Emeka was here?" I finally asked.</p><p>She nodded, wiping away tears.</p><p>"He came for the remaining payment on the cassette copies he made for us," I explained.</p><p>“Not just him—Shafi’i and others have also come for their money.”</p><p>Silence fell between us.</p><p>Then, Lauriyya stepped forward and placed her hand on my shoulder.</p><p>“Hilal, I have another idea that might help you.”</p><p>Just then, a loud clap of thunder shook the office, and a bright lightning flash illuminated the room, even though the electric light was already on.</p><p> </p><p>—</p><p>I stared at Lauriyya, waiting for her to continue.</p><p>She hesitated before finally speaking. “I stayed by your side because… I love you, Hilal.”</p><p>Her words stunned me.</p><p>Then, she quickly changed the topic. “Hilal, what if we go and see Alhajiji? Maybe he can give you a role in his new movie.”</p><p>I frowned. “Lauriyya, are you serious? The same man who begged me to act in his films years ago, but I kept refusing?”</p><p>She grabbed my hand. “Please, Hilal. Let’s try.”</p><p>And so, reluctantly, I followed her into the storm.</p><p>As we reached the film company, I hesitated.</p><p>"Go inside alone and talk to him," I told Lauriyya.</p><p>She agreed and left me waiting outside.</p><p>Minutes passed. I checked my watch. It had been thirteen minutes since she went in. Just as my anxiety peaked, I saw her returning</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>
