She forced herself to dial Mr. Peterson's number. He answered on the first ring.
"Maya, thank God. Have you seen the video?"
"Yes, I just woke up and saw it. Mr. Peterson, I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. Someone must have been recording and I didn't even know—"
"Sorry? Maya, do you have any idea what's happening right now?" He sounded stressed, but not angry. "Our phone has been ringing off the hook since 6:00 this morning. News outlets wanting to do stories. Event planners asking if you're available to play at their functions. The owners of the estate are getting calls from everyone. And Richard Westbrook's office has called three times already."
"I don't understand. Am I in trouble?"
"Trouble? No. Maya, you're... you're famous. This video is everywhere. Everyone wants to know who you are and how they can book you or interview you or... I don't even know. The owners want to meet with you. They want to talk about your future here."