Carla's phone kept ringing.
She answered each call. Her face got worse every time. The lines around her mouth deepened. Her shoulders slumped.
"That was Simon's office." Carla's voice was flat. Empty. "They're dropping you from two films."
Miranda grabbed the edge of the table. Her nails dug into the wood. "Two?"
"The ones still in pre-production. The ones that haven't started shooting. They're recasting both roles. They already have replacements lined up."
"I had meetings with the directors. They loved me. They said I was perfect for those parts."
"Apparently they love Noah Hart more. He made some calls. People listened."
Another call. Carla listened. Said nothing. Hung up. She didn't even write anything down.
"Your endorsement with the activewear brand. Gone. Terminated immediately. They're not even paying out the contract."
