Eva's giving Fiona the side-eye. Girl's dressed like she's hitting the red carpet.

All drama, no results. And now she wants MY help?

Fiona's doing the most, clutching Eva's hand, playing lookout like she's in a spy movie.

"Miss Foster, I can't lose this gig. Couldn't even show my face today - scared they'd hit me with the pink slip."

Lancaster's stock took a hit - dropped a couple points over this mess.

Everyone knows Mr. ...