Vivian's POV
Two weeks. That's how long I've been signed with Marcus, and today is the first day any of it has felt real instead of theoretical.
"This role is yours." Marcus walks me down a studio hallway lined with framed posters of films I grew up watching, the kind of hallway that smells like money and ambition in equal measure. His hand hovers near the small of my back in a way that isn't quite a touch but isn't quite nothing either, a calculated distance he's clearly perfected over years of practice. "I talked to the casting director myself. She loved your tape. This is a formality."
"You said that about the last two auditions too." I raise an eyebrow, matching his energy because I've learned that's the only currency he respects.
"And you got callbacks on both." He stops walking a
