Page 114 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

More I could be doing.

It’s hard not to feel like I’m leaving people behind, you know?

Like there’s always someone else I could be helping.”

He tilts his head, considering my words.

“You’re helping people. But maybe you’re right. Maybe there’s something else we could do.”

I’ve been thinking a lot about giving back, but it’s always been in a very specific way—working with women, creating a safe space for them, a place to rebuild.

But there’s always been a part of me that wanted to do more.

I want to help people in the industry too, people who are just starting out and coming to LA with big dreams but no safety net.

I take a deep breath, ready to let the idea take shape.

“Theo, I’ve been thinking...

What if we could create something like the shelter, but for artists?

For new actors, models, musicians, and anyone coming to LA with a dream but few resources to back them up?”

What if we had a place where they could come and not have to worry about being taken advantage of or losing everything?”

His eyes light up, and I know I’ve said something that clicks with him.

“A safe space for people trying to break into an industry that doesn’t exactly have the best reputation when it comes to protecting people.”

“Exactly,” I breathe.

“There’s so much focus on the glamour of LA, but no one talks about the price that comes with it.

People come here full of hope, and then they end up alone and broke, just trying to make ends meet.

And it’s not just the actors or the models.

It’s the writers, the musicians, the artists of every kind.

They come to the city, and they get caught up in the same predatory systems that take advantage of their naivety.”

“You want to create a place where they can come, get grounded, get support, and maybe even help them with the logistics of getting started—housing, food, medical care if needed?”

“Exactly.

It’ll be like the shelter but not secluded or off the beaten path.

It’ll be for anyone trying to break into the arts. We’ll offer mentorship, connections, maybe even a college dorm-like atmosphere while they get on their feet.

And it’ll be a safe space. A space where people won’t be exploited. Where they won’t feel like they have to compromise everything just to get ahead.”

He is quiet for a moment, his gaze focused on the window.

“You know,” he says finally, “I can’t think of anything more perfect than that. Helping people in a way that lets them keep their dignity, keep their sense of self, even as they’re fighting to make it.”

“I want to help them avoid the mistakes I made.

When I first came to LA, I was so scared. I had no idea what I was doing. I didn’t have any family here, and I barely knew anyone.

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