Chapter 9
“He’s the chief, Murph. I don’t know…who…what…wait, let me just…crap!” I hung my head. “What’s the line?”
Lucas chortled, staring at me. “You just can’t get it right, can you?”
I showed Lucas my middle finger, even as I reached for the script one of the PAs held out. I quickly scanned the words, refreshing my memory.
“Get it together, you guys,” Avery Lang said with an exasperated sigh. “You had this before, Jacobs. What the f**k?”
I did my best to get the scowl off my face. Lang wasn’t my favorite director to begin with, but I was pretty sure I hated him more now because he’d been called in to take Vincent’s place.
The man had insisted he could come back to work right away, that he wasn’t going to let this keep him down. But they couldn’t get his blood pressure to stabiliz
