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The director laughs and takes a seat behind me, looking at me through the mirror.

“How are you today, Victor?” he asks.

“Good.”

“You’re fully across the lines?”

“Always,” I reply.

“How about we get a drink after the shoot?” he asks. “You disappeared pretty damn quickly last time...”

“I’m not drinking much at the moment, Andrew.”

“Fuck all that,” Andrew says with a groan. “Come and have a drink with me, like old times.”

I shift forward in my chair.

“I can’t because I have a dinner date with Josie,” I reply quietly.

Andrew sighs.

“I don’t understand what you see in her,” he says.

“Don’t you dare start this,” I retort. “Be wary. You are traveling on uneven ground here.”

“But Victor... she’s not like other girls you’ve messed around with,” Andrew says. “I mean, God, she even looks plain.”

Plain?

What the fuck...

I raise my hand. I’m very still and collected, but inside I’m seething.

I am a man ready to let go.

“Shut the fuck up, Andrew,” I say calmly.

“But...”

“Shut the fuck up and leave.”

I’m unwavering.

Andrew stares at me.

I stare right back at him.

“You’re overreacting like a baby,” the director says.

“I will complete this movie,” I tell him, “but I won’t hear you say another bad word about my girl. One more word from you about Josie and you are dead, Andrew. You understand?”

My voice is steady and low. Dark.

I’m not fucking around.

The director nods slowly. His hands are trembling. He’s beginning to realize who he’s dealing with here.

We’re done.

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