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chicken. It comes with mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans and corn bread. What do you say?”
    “Sold!” Tam agreed. Her cell phone buzzed. She checked the caller ID. It was Justin. She’d decided to take Evan’s advice after all and have one of the PAs assist her. Having helped her set up for the rehearsal the previous day, Justin was the only one she knew so he was it. He’d been a godsend, but for right now, she just needed a moment to decompress. Mind made up, she hit Ignore.
    “You want some sweet tea to go along with it?” The woman asked when she served up a heaping plate of hot food for Tam.
    “Yes, please.” Tam had traveled to the South before, but somehow she’d missed trying their legendary sweet tea. With the cake and fried chicken, she was already in for a penny. May as well be in for a pound - or three - as well.
    The woman served Tam with a flourish and smile. “Eat up. Just give a holler if there’s anything else you need.”
    Tam inhaled the wonderful aroma and sighed. “Thank you.” After saying a quick grace, she dug in. Without a doubt, this meal was the best thing she’d ever tasted. The chicken was juicy and had just the right amount of spicy kick that made it enjoyable, but didn’t make her break a sweat. The potatoes were creamy and had a hint of garlic. The beans were nicely seasoned with onions while the cornbread was sweet and moist. Overall, her dinner was smack your mama good.
    Her phone lit up with missed texts. She was tempted to continue ignoring it until it was silent, but she had a feeling that would not happen. And what if it were something really important? She wiped her hands on the cloth napkin and swiped in her code.
    Tanzi wanted to know what she’d like to do about the ADR sessions. With the new schedule, it would be near impossible for Rock to direct them. On another front, their caterer, Frederico, was throwing a fit because Tanzi had brought up the fact that they had run out of food that day. He was threatening to quit, but Tanzi advised that he was blowing over-dramatic smoke. He could afford to since he was the only caterer serving the area.
    Tam narrowed her eyes. She did not like being held hostage like this. She had a feeling that if they were to up his fees, he’d calm down. But there was no way they could afford that. Besides, $800 a day was more than reasonable to feed their cast and crew.
    “Charmagne!” A male voice called out from the kitchen, startling Tam out of her thoughts. The owner of the voice stormed in. He was about an inch shorter than Charmagne and stocky. “There have to be twenty pounds of carrots back there. Why are there twenty pounds of carrots? Twenty pounds, Charmagne.”
    Charmagne shot an embarrassed look Tam’s way and put a calming hand on the man’s arm. “You’re scaring the customers, Edgar. Be nice.”
    Edgar glanced at Tam and gave her a polite nod. “Ma’am.”
    “Hello.”
    Charmagne tried to guide him back toward the kitchen. “What did we say about buying bulk like that?”
    Their voices faded to indecipherable tones when the kitchen door closed behind them. Tam could not imagine twenty pounds of carrots and was thankful that wasn’t her issue. Although, if they had had twenty pounds of carrots, they’d have at least had something to eat during the back half of the day.
    Tam froze, a forkful of potatoes halfway to her mouth. She called Tanzi who picked up on the first ring.
    “I was just about to email you the studio contract. It says all facilities are included in our initial fee so I think they’re just being assholes.”
    “I’ll take a look. But question. What’s our contract like with the caterer? Is he invoicing us? Are we paying cash? Have we paid him for the week? Basically, can we hire someone else?”
    “Another production burned him. We pay cash on a daily basis. He’s also burnt some productions. But he’s the only game in town.”
    Tam smiled. “Maybe not.” Charmagne slipped back in