As Sam ranted, a hint of confusion flashed in Vinson’s eyes. He instinctively looked at Arielle, who was still conversing with Jordan.
Then he patiently asked Sam, “What’s happened?”
In mere seconds, Sam’s voice roared from the phone. “She’s the female lead of this disaster film, yet she complained about her makeup being hideous. Then she beautified her makeup without consulting me or any of the film crew members! Need I explain more? We’re filming a disaster film! How can our female lead escape life-threatening obstacles in full-on costume and makeup? Even if we let that slide, another issue arose earlier. She just refused to cooperate in filming the close-up stunt scenes! She whined about the harness being too uncomfortable to wear, then demanded a stunt double. Can you believe this? It’s a close-up, for mercy’s sake!”
Vinson could already sense Sam’s erupting anger from the phone. However, he cast a subtle frown at Arielle after hearing the last part that Sam mentioned.
“What did you say… Earlier? Just refused? When did this happen?”
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