Judy Selas' face turned pale, unsteady on her feet, her lips quivered and she couldn't even speak, filled with regret to her core.
Caroline Edwin stepped forward, gently stroking her cheek, her touch was light and tender, and resembled one of a lover with deep feelings.
Then with a light pat on her cheek, she said, "Baby, don't be so foolish next time, a loose tongue is not a good habit in this industry."
She wasn't so magnanimous, she wouldn't forgive someone who ridiculed her with a cheerful grin.
Not slapping her twice on the face was an act of immense charity on her part already.
Delia Landon's mature and seductive face was blank, her eyes cold as ice, looking at Judy as though she was dead. "Ms. Selas, I'm sorry, you're fired. Pack your things and leave immediately."
She glanced at the people in the makeup room, a warning in her eyes, this was the fate awaiting gossipmongers.
L.I Studios does not welcome such people or any kind of self-sabotaging behavior.
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