The Actor's Contract
Jackson cuts in, voice low and gravelly, eyes fixed on Lee like the words themselves are a blade.
“Because I had to pick up this granite-faced vigilante from the airport,” Lee fires back, throwing his hands around like he’s auditioning for a play. “Where, by the way, some dumbass lady going through a midlife crisis thought I was a K-pop idol having a breakdown.” I wonder if he knows exactly how ridiculous he sounds. “Took us twenty minutes to convince her I’m not a member of BTS or the Saja Boys.” His gestures are all elbows and drama — he leans into it, milking every syllable.
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