What a weird situation you were in.

One minute, your director had a movie. The next, he didn’t… and while you didn’t want to listen to him rant for hours about it, you kinda had no choice, considering there was nothing to do now.

“Did they kill the film? … But they killed my cast! Variety called me a pariah! I don’t even know what a pariah is.”

he said, annoyed and pissed off, sitting in Milton’s office next to you.