Christopher's POV
I leaned back in my chair, eyes fixed on the massive screen before me. The spaceship on display exploded in a fiery burst, debris scattering across the starry backdrop. It was impressive, sure, but something felt off.
"Hold up," I called out to the editing team. "Can we rewind that last bit?"
The scene rewound, and I watched the explosion again. This time, I caught it. "There," I pointed. "See that chunk of metal? It's moving like it's made of rubber. We need to fix that."
The editor, Tom, squinted at the screen. "Ah, yeah. Good catch, Mr. Wallace."
"We'll discuss it with the VFX team and make the necessary changes," the filmmaker said, scribbling furiously in his notepad.
I nodded, suppressing a sigh. It was always the little things that could make or
