As soon as the door clicks shut, I whirl on Michael, crossing my arms. "I know you know his name is Pete, Michael."
He shrugs with magnificent indifference, settling into the director's chair like a king on his throne. "I don't care enough to call him his correct name."
"You're insufferable."
"And you're adorable when you're pissed at me, but I didn't send him away just to talk about him. I have more pressing matters at hand."
I scoff. "And what pressing matters would those be, huh?"
He leans back and beckons me over with a single crooked finger. Like a moth drawn to a flame, I'm unable to resist walking towards him, even though I mouth off at him the whole way.
"When we see him again, you're going to call him by his actual name. And for the love of God, stop scaring the poor man."
