Olivia's POV
As we pulled into the studio lot, my jaw dropped. This place was massive, like a small city dedicated to making movies. Sleek modern buildings stretched as far as the eye could see, interspersed with old-fashioned soundstages that looked like they'd been there since the dawn of cinema.
"Impressed?" Christopher asked, amused.
"Nah," I said, trying to play it cool. "I've seen bigger."
"Have you now?"
"Sure. In my dreams."
Christopher parked his sports car in a spot marked 'Reserved for Executives'.
As we got out, I smoothed down my dress, suddenly self-conscious. "Do I look okay?"
"You look perfect," he said softly.
"Right. Thanks. Let's do this thing."
We headed for a building, our steps echoing. I fought the urge to gawk. Every corner held somet
