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"I was a receptionist at the time in Hollywood, and one of our clients actually worked in our building, and worked for us. There was this guy who was older than me who worked there, and I went out to grab drinks with him one time to talk about my screenplay. But then, it was St. Patrick’s Day and he kept asking me to come over, and he came up to me at the front desk and kissed me on the cheek while I was working, while I was sitting there. And then he sent me a text asking me to come over later, while I was at work. I was like, 'no I can’t,' and he said, 'It’s the anniversary of my mother’s death,' blahblahblah.
So, long story short, we ended up meeting up for dinner. It was raining, so I went back to his house. My clothes were wet, so he was like, 'just take your clothes off' and I was like, 'oh, okay,' and long story short, I end up getting raped. I don’t do anything—I just, freeze, and then leave in the morning. I don’t know what to do so I just drive straight to the police station, report it, and sent him a text saying, 'I f***ing reported you to the police,' because the whole time, I was saying I didn’t want to have sex. He told me I was playing the victim, like, 'what are you doing,' and it was just bad.
So when I told him I reported him to the police, he got my work involved. And this is where it went crazy. The company was either going to fire me or move me to a different branch in a different area, in order to protect this client, who was a man. And the whole company was gossiping about me, saying that I was making up stories even though I had a police report filed. But eventually, I ended up getting moved to a different company, which is where I met my current boyfriend of five years. So if that hadn’t have happened—and it was really unfortunate—but if it hadn’t happened, I would have never met Tom."