Miss Aniston sneered, "You can give it a try."
This question was just too dumb for words; Miss Aniston couldn't be bothered to entertain her.
Renee Langdon's face fell, and she asked miserably, "So what should I do now?"
Miss Aniston calmly took a notebook out of her bag, tossed it onto the table, and said, "Study the script thoroughly and go for the screen test tomorrow afternoon."
What the heck? Renee Langdon looked at the script on the table, then at Miss Aniston's utterly composed demeanor, totally baffled.
Is now the time to discuss scripts and screen tests?
Shouldn't they be quickly resolving the fallout from this incident and figuring out how to deal with all those people online cursing her?
Miss Aniston noticed her confusion and couldn't help feeling speechless. How could the artist she managed be so adorably dumb?
"Even though the internet is bashing you fiercely right now, hasn't your fame just skyrocketed?"
