Taking Audrey's defiance as a challenge, a few brazen crew members actually did march up to Julian Chandler, demanding she be kicked off the production.
Instead, the director tore them a new one. A few minutes later, Julian tagged everyone in the main crew group chat:
[Audrey Sinclair is a vital part of this production. I've known her for years and I vouch for her character. She stays. If anyone has a problem with her, pack your bags. I'll personally pay your breach of contract fees, and I won't lose a second of sleep over it.]
That shut everyone up. The overt gossiping ceased, though the digital firestorm online continued to rage.
Morning filming commenced. Even if the crew couldn't openly insult Audrey anymore, they made their disdain clear through microaggressions.
When the catered lunchboxes were distributed at noon, Audrey's container held nothing but plain white rice and pickled vegetables.
"This is outrageous!" Nora slammed her hand on the table. "I'm finding Gideon right now. Who do they think they are?"
"It's fine," Audrey said calmly, picking up her silverware. "I won't starve."
But the moment she poked at the rice, metal scraped against plastic. She frowned, digging into the food, and pulled out a jagged, snapped-off blade from a box cutter.
Audrey's eyes darkened. She sifted through the rest of the rice and unearthed three more blades.
Taking a deep breath, she stood up, carried the lunchbox straight to Gideon Vance, and set it on his table. "I want to see the security footage."
Gideon, the assistant director, used to be fond of Audrey because of her connection to Julian. But after reading the viral articles that morning, his opinion had soured. He despised homewreckers.


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