“You don’t have to waste this. You can give it to someone else. I just need new food, and quickly, because we only have thirty minutes.”
“Did you really not eat that salad?” Dana asked.
“No, I didn’t.”
“But it would’ve gotten colder the longer it sat in the fridge.”
“I didn’t have time,” Samara said and held out the container for Dana to take from her. “And I don’t need to justify myself to you, but I’ve had to do chemistry reads all day.”
“Dana, hey,” Bryce said as she walked through the door. “What’s going on in here?”
“You know her?” Samara asked.
“Yeah, she’s a friend.”
“She’s refusing to have my food remade.”
“I’m not refusing. I just don’t think it’s necessary. Bryce, feel that. It’s hot enough, right?”
“I’m sorry; is this a nepotism thing?” Samara asked. “Did you get this PA job because you know the writer?”
“I am not a PA; I’m on the catering staff, which is why I was asked to bring you this plate ofhotfood,” Dana argued. “And I’ve had this job longer than Bryce here has been writing movies. What is your deal? The food is hot.”
“Okay,” Bryce said calmly. “I think we just need a break, maybe. How aboutItake this?” Bryce took the container from Dana. “And I’ll have something else sent to your trailer, Samara.”
“Yes, the same thing. Just have them remake it.”
“Sure,” Bryce replied.
“And you should fireher,” Samara added then, noddingtoward Dana.
“What?” Dana asked. “Because I argued with you?”
“When I signed on to this movie, I was guaranteed that my dietary needs would be met. I’m already in a terrible hotel. Now, we’ve lost our Bray, and I have to go through auditioning all over again. I don’t need this kind of stress.”
“You lost Bray?” Dana asked Bryce.
“Car accident. She’s fine but injured and can’t get here. We flew in two women who we’re auditioning today.”
“Shit. Sorry,” Dana offered.
“Yeah, me too,” Bryce replied and turned back to Samara. “Can we maybe all just agree that today has been a long and stressful day and let it go?”
“Will I get my food?” Samara asked.
“Yes, I will have it sent to your trailer,” Bryce told her.
“Then, I supposeIcan.”
“Me too,” Dana said, glaring at Samara.
“Great,” Bryce replied.
“We’ll resume in thirty, Bryce,” one of the women behind the table said.
“Okay.”
Dana walked out, waited for Bryce to join her, and said, “Sorry. She just got under my skin there.”
