"You guessed it! I want to become a big star," Jane Sampson entered the office ahead of Nina Rice, plopped down into Nina's chair, and crossed her legs with an air of determination. She tapped her index finger a few times on the solid wood desk, "I mean the kind of star that everybody knows and recognizes."
Nina gasped and rushed to Jane's side, feeling her forehead, "You're not delirious, are you?"
"No joke, and my head's fine," Jane said, swatting Nina's hand away irritably. "Do you really think so little of me, as if I couldn't make it as a big star?"
