Tyrone's mood was still boiling with frustration. He couldn't stand Quintessa's carefree attitude, how she seemed to disregard her own wellbeing, investing her energy into nothing but her work and vendettas. This side of Quintessa infuriated Tyrone, yet he was at a loss on how to effect any change. So, there he stood, outside the door, pondering. Perhaps, he thought, once he figured it all out, he could step in. Manny's lips twitched, "Maybe it's best not to go in right now."

Manny was about to enter, but glancing back at Tyrone, he had an idea and stepped back, "Mr. York, you might not be aware, but Quinn's recent fainting spell was the result of someone deliberately targeting her."

Tyrone's expression turned icy, "Explain. Now."

Manny hurriedly recounted the conversation he overheard outside the props room, painting a vivid picture for Tyrone.

"That's the gist of it. Crystal and Leona, they're just too vile. I mean, everyone seems nice on the surface, but their true colors are just dark. Quinn never did anything to hurt them, yet here they are, plotting against her and slandering her name."

Manny was indignant; recalling the exchange between Leona and Crystal filled him with rage.

crushing the butt underfoot, "Keep an eye on her and don't let her

turned to leave. Manny, puzzled, called after

He might have held back from dealing with Quintessa directly, but he had

was only one person allowed to mess with Quintessa - himself. And although he rarely got the upper hand, the thought of anyone else daring to touch what was his,

set, confronting the director, "With the weather this

that, Mr. York. Renting this studio space costs us daily, and we need to stay on

"How much are you spending a day?

isn't about the

not shoot today, or not

it up,

who were in the group scene

director paused, puzzled

smiled, "Did I

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