CHAPTER 57
“Who, exactly, do I need to talk to so I can get a decent sandwich around here?” Zac spouted off. For the third day in a row craft services had messed up his sandwich order and nobody was around to fix it.
By messed up he meant too much mayonnaise and squished up like someone had sat on it before bringing it to him. And by nobody he meant Phoenix. He hadn’t seen Phoenix all week and there was literally nobody else around who could take care of these annoying little problems.
“Hey, hey, what’s the problem?” Rigby sauntered to Zac’s side.
The older producer had probably been sent over by the production assistants who were too afraid to talk to Zac on their own lest he blow up at them. Zac wasn’t proud of that fact, but seriously, how hard was it to get a sandwich that hadn’t b
