The director, before he even had a chance to celebrate, was already asking Jessica for the next script she had on hand, eager to start casting and strike while the iron was hot.
Back at the office, Jessica handed the script over. As they were discussing whether to tackle a period piece next, Rebecca Jones burst into the room.
“Our series has been flagged!”
The director shot to his feet. “That’s impossible,” he said, incredulous. “I watched the final cut with the team before the release. We checked everything. What’s the reason?”
Rebecca knew someone was pulling strings, but at this critical juncture, they had no choice but to swallow the bitter pill. She took a deep breath. “They’re saying three scenes involving heavy drinking lack a proper warning and could be a bad influence on minors. Also, the scene where the supporting actress mistreats a cat—even though we added a disclaimer that it was all for the plot—is being called too graphic for the streaming platform.”
“What’s the situation now?” Jessica asked.
“They just called me,” Rebecca said, wringing her hands. “They want us to re-edit it.”
The director scowled. “If we do that, the viewers who just paid will go ballistic. We absolutely can’t let them take it down. Once it’s pulled, it could take more than a few days to get it back up. If they push us to the back of the queue, we might even have to refund all the subscription money.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” Rebecca agreed.
Jessica stood up quickly. “Shouldn’t we talk to the owner of the streaming platform first?”
“He’s probably expecting my call,” Rebecca said, frustrated. “He’s not picking up.”
Jessica grabbed her arm. “Then we’ll go to his headquarters and find him.”
“We could just sit here and wait for him,” Rebecca suggested.
“No, we can’t afford to wait,” Jessica countered. “We have to find Mr. Collins before they officially pull the series.”
“But what can we do if he refuses to see us?” Rebecca asked, her anxiety mounting. They couldn’t just storm his office and demand he give them a break. Security would have them pinned before they even reached the elevator.
Jessica bit her lip. At this point, there was only one option left.
She turned to Rebecca. “Stay here. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll call you.”

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