Devlynn, more commonly known as Lynn, sat behind the counter, an expression of boredom plastered on her face. "So much for a life of glamour," she muttered, sighing. Lynn worked in Hollywood. Not as an actress or singer, but as the secretary of a movie producer. Not even a famous producer at that. They hardly got any work and when they did, they got those crappy movie scripts. The ones that form movies that when people watch they say 'Big waste of time.' Their movies were the ones who went on shelves without even being in theatres, mainly because they had unfamous, louzy actors. As much as Lynn liked the people she worked with, because they were all good-natured, she couldn't help but sigh every morning when she woke up to go to work. She often looked out at other studios, the ones with gates and actors and paparazzi coming and going.