R
ina leaned against her front door, arms laden with shopping bags, and pressed the doorbell with her elbow. While waiting for someone to answer, she squinted at her phone.
A text from Gabriella: When’s Jen starting?
Rina furrowed her brow. Jen? And then she remembered: Jen was the video editor Gabriella had wanted to hire. Some friend of hers from film school. They’d worked well together; Jen was good at understanding Gabriella’s artistic vision. And she was even available at the beginning of February. Gabriella had already checked.
Rina had nodded and taken Jen’s number, but she knew she wasn’t going to hire Jen if she could help it. She didn’t need the two buddies huddled together for the entire post-production, Jen executing Gabriella’s artistic vision perfectly, while Rina was left out in the cold.
