"What's going on?" Aisha asked through gritted teeth, her mind a whirlwind of frustration and anger.

Lindsey, pale and shaking, handed her the tablet.

Irritated, Aisha glanced at the screen, and the bold letters made her freeze. She snatched the tablet and, as she read further, her expression grew darker.

Someone had uploaded a video of her tossing fan gifts into a trash can, along with clips of her berating staff members behind the scenes. Her fierce demeanor in the videos was a stark contrast to the innocent image she projected on the big screen.

The video shot to the top of the trending searches, with the text magnified for maximum impact. It was impossible to miss.

The comment section had erupted, with everyone calling her a fake, saying her "facade" had crumbled. In no time, she had lost tens of thousands of followers.

"Who the hell posted this?!" she shouted, throwing the tablet to the ground. "What are you standing around for? Get PR on the line and get this taken down! Delete the video!"

and were in constant contact with the platform. But the staff seemed more interested in taking money without delivering results, giving

it had grown even more intense. The phrase "national sweetheart's image

status. Now that she was in trouble, both onlookers and rival fans were piling on. Even some of her own fans

now? This is just the tip of the iceberg. How do you think she got such great gigs at such a young age? She played

lost your temper in private? The

they were quickly overwhelmed by the

away as a misunderstanding, maintaining a calm demeanor on the

PR staff, nervous and scared, replied, "Aisha, we've been in contact with Twitter, but they

a falling out with Flora, and now this? There was no way it wasn't

Aisha immediately thought of her cousin Brianna, a sophomore in the Computer Science department at University

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