During the lunch break, Yvonne was eating with Shirley in the break room, still puzzled by the morning’s events.
Shirley had worked her way up from the bottom, spending years as an extra on hundreds of sets, so she’d seen and heard a lot.
“Director Vasquez can’t be bothered to deal with her anymore. He’s just letting her do whatever she wants, and he’ll cut her scenes in post-production,” Shirley said, making a snipping motion with her hand.
“I was an extra on one of his sets before. There was a supporting actor whose performance was terrible. At first, the director was really strict, correcting him constantly. But when he realized the guy wasn't going to improve, he started approving all his takes on the first try. When the film came out, almost all of that actor's scenes had been cut.”
Shirley explained further.
Yvonne nodded in understanding. Classic Director Vasquez, she thought.
After finishing her lunch, Yvonne habitually picked up her script to review her lines.
Shirley had the afternoon off and was about to head home.
A few minutes later, however, Shirley returned, carrying snacks and drinks.
“For me?” Yvonne asked, setting down her script and instinctively taking them. “Imported snacks? Feeling generous today?”
“Not from me. The heiress’s boyfriend came to visit the set and bought treats for everyone,” Shirley said, tearing open a bag of chips. “She’s a real piece of work, but hey, it’s free food. Everyone else was grabbing some, so I figured, why not?”
“Mignon has a boyfriend?” Yvonne was genuinely confused. Wasn’t the Powell family trying to marry her off to Bennett? Had they already found a new candidate?



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