During the lunch break, Yvonne was eating with Shirley in the break room, still puzzled by the morning''s events.


    Shirley had worked her way up from the bottom, spending years as an extra on hundreds of sets, so she''d seen and heard a lot.


    “Director Vasquez can''t be bothered to deal with her anymore. He''s just letting her do whatever she wants, and he''ll cut her scenes in post-production," Shirley said, making a snipping motion with her hand.


    "I was an extra on one of his sets before. There was a supporting actor whose performance was terrible. At first, the director was really strict, correcting him constantly. But when he realized the guy wasn''t going to improve, he started approving all his takes on the first try. When the film came out, almost all of that actor''s scenes had been cut."


    Shirley exined further.


    Yvonne nodded in understanding. ssic Director Vasquez, she thought.


    After finishing her lunch, Yvonne habitually picked up her script to review her lines.


    Shirley had the afternoon off and was about to head home.


    A few minutester, however, Shirley returned, carrying snacks and drinks.


    "For me?" Yvonne asked, setting down her script and instinctively taking them. "Imported snacks? Feeling generous today?"


    "Not from me. The heiress''s boyfriend came to visit the set and bought treats for everyone,” Shirley said, tearing open a bag of chips. “She''s a real piece of work, but hey, it''s free food. Everyone else was grabbing some, so I figured, why not?"


    “Mignon has a boyfriend?" Yvonne was genuinely confused. Wasn''t the Powell family trying to marry her off to Bet? Had they already found a new candidate?


    "Who knows? + didn''t see the guy himself. His bodyguards brought in all the snacks and drinks. It was a pretty big disy. She''s over there crowing about it like peacock You know what they say, don''t bite the hand that feeds you, but even with all this free food, nobody''s saying anything nice about her."


    Yvonne opened a bag of snacks and started eating.


    The food was innocent, and it was actually quite good.


    Just as Yvonne and Shirley were enjoying themselves, Yvonne''s assistant walked


    in, holding arge bag filled with snacks and a box of cut fruit.


    "You''ve already started?" the assistant asked, surprised to see Yvonne eating.


    "I''m quick, Shirley said. Then, eyeing the massive bag in the a


    hands she gave that


    you really scored. You got a ton.


    "I didn''t grab it. A bodyguard gave it to me specifically," the assistant said, turning to Yvonne. "Yvonne, didn''t you check your phone?


    Bet Thompson had snackin


    drinks sent over for you to treat the entire crew."


    Yvonne picked up her phone and saw several unread messages.


    She opened them and found they were from Bet.


    "I sent snacks for you to treat the crew. I had the bodyguards put together a special


    bag of your favorites and give it to your assistant."


    “You probably have to film this afternoon, so I won''t disturb you. I''ll wait for you at the hotel."


    Yvonne put down her phone, still looking bewildered.


    If Bet sent the snacks and drinks, how did they be Mignon''s?