Carla's phone kept ringing.
She answered each call, and her face got worse every time. The lines around her mouth deepened, and her shoulders slumped.
"That was Simon's office." Carla's voice was flat and 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 and the ones that haven't started shooting. They're recasting both roles, and 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, and people listened."
Another call. Carla listened, said nothing, and hung up. She didn't even write anything down.
"Your endorsement with the activewear brand is gone. Terminated immediately. They're not even paying out the contract."
