Chapter 156

Hollywood, Flower Pictures

In a lavishly decorated office, Drew Barrymore stirred on the plush leather sofa, hungover from a night of heavy drinking.

"Katie! Katie!" she called out groggily.

Her assistant, a slightly plump young woman, hurried in. "Boss, what do you need?"

"Did you find out what I asked about?" Drew, the once-child star turned rising Hollywood producer, rubbed her eyes, still hazy from sleep.

If anyone epitomized Hollywood's "prodigal son" archetype, it was Drew Barrymore.

She was introduced to show business practically at birth, starring in commercials at 11 months old. By the age of six, she was a household name thanks to her role in Steven Spielberg's E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial. From there, her career seemed destined for an endless upward trajectory.

But Drew's childhood success came with a price. The fame, the wealth, and the constant exposure to the adult world took their toll. Her mother, more manager than caregiver, pushed her into the spotlight—and the nightlife.

At seven years old, Drew was already being taken to nightclubs, mingling with men three times her age. By nine, she was drinking heavily. That same year, she delivered critically acclaimed performances in Firestarter and Irreconcilable Differences, earning two Golden Globe nominations for Best Supporting Actress before turning ten.

But behind the accolades, Drew's life was spiraling.

By age 12, she was using cocaine, and by 13, she'd squandered her childhood earnings on drugs and partying. Multiple stints in rehab followed. When the addiction proved relentless, Drew hit rock bottom, even attempting suicide by cutting her wrists. At 15, she made the difficult decision to sever legal ties with her exploitative mother.

Drew's fall from grace was public and brutal, with the media reveling in her downfall just as eagerly as they had once celebrated her success. But she refused to be defined by her mistakes.

"I'm not good at anything," she admitted at her lowest. "For the past 14 years, all I've done is act and waste my life."

Determined to rebuild, she worked menial jobs—waiting tables, washing dishes, even scrubbing toilets—while enduring ridicule from those who recognized her.

But Drew persevered. She set a strict daily schedule, teaching herself from a dictionary and taking on small, uncredited film roles. Slowly but surely, she clawed her way back into Hollywood.

By 17, she was back on screen, and by 1999, her starring role in Never Been Kissed cemented her return to stardom.

Drew shook her head, still fighting the effects of the wine from last night's industry event. She called out again, "Katie, what did you find out about the script I wanted?"

Katie poured her boss a glass of water. "It's been sold to Meyers Films."

Drew frowned. "Meyers Films? As in Martin Meyers, the Hollywood wunderkind?"

"That's right," Katie replied. "He's not just a director; he's a novelist, composer, and all-around genius."

Drew rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. "Enough with the fangirling, you B-word! Contact him. I want to buy the rights to that script."

"Wait, who?" Martin Meyers blinked in surprise. "Drew Barrymore wants to buy my movie adaptation rights?"

"Yep," said Jeff, his business partner, over the phone. "She's interested in the Charlie's Angels script you picked up last year."

Martin's confusion gave way to understanding. He remembered buying the rights to the 1970s TV series almost on a whim. But now it made sense. Drew had used the Charlie's Angels reboot not just to revitalize her career but also to establish herself as one of the most successful female producers in Hollywood.

She wasn't just an actress anymore; she was a power player. And Charlie's Angels was her big break into the world of capital—true Hollywood capital.