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Leviathan crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. "Maybe he's just tired. It happens."
The Canadian rapper's statement made Marcus glare daggers at him.
"Tired?!" Marcus snapped, his voice echoing down the empty hotel hallway. "Are you mocking our work now? We didn't exert anyone too much! He's an actor, not a coal miner! He better wake up today or turn out sick, unless—"
Leviathan raised his hands defensively. "Chill, man. Everything will be fine. But why would you prefer him to be sick?"
"THE INSURANCE, LEVY!" Marcus lost his cool and snapped, making Leviathan realize that the director was being really serious.
Marcus ran a hand over his face, forcing himself to calm down a bit. He was going through a massive amount of pressure right now.
As a reputed director, he felt something brewing up in the industry, and he knew that filming during a global pandemic was a massive gamble.
