Chapter 467 Casting Shake-Up

• That day, Celia Jeane slept like a rock. Maybe yesterday drained her too much. She didn’t come to until late.
• But she still hadn’t shaken off what happened. Her mood was in the gutter. She knew the company was slammed right now, so she kept telling herself to pull it together and not let pointless crap get to her.
• Didn’t help. Those snide jabs kept popping into her head, like splinters under the skin. It stung.