After a week goes by, I get a call from the director.
He sounds nervous when I answer the phone, and for good reason. What he has to tell me has me pissed as hell.
"Katie? Are you sure you can't let bygones be bygones and come finish shooting the film? I tried to honor your wishes and cast someone else to costar alongside Justin, but he refuses to continue shooting the film without you. We're at a complete standstill here."
I hang up without even answering him. Fucking Justin! How dare he! How fucking dare he!
He’s the one who broke my heart and made me look like a fool, and he's pinning the entire production on me, like I'm the reason it can't go forward. Because of course Justin fucking Robison isn't replaceable. They could have replaced me with another actress, but they can't replace him, and he's setting an ultimatum that he won't shoot without me.
Well, fuck him. Two can play his game. He's not going to manipulate me into coming near him again by putting the whole production on my shoulders.
I wipe my eyes furiously and call my agent.
Oh, I'm going back to work alright.
Just not with Justin.