Olivia's POV
I stumbled out of the meeting room, my head spinning like I'd just stepped off a roller coaster. The hallway felt too bright, too real after that whirlwind of Hollywood jargon. I half-expected to see stars circling my head, cartoon-style.
Christopher emerged right behind me, cool as a cucumber.
"So, Olivia," he said, flashing that million-dollar smile. "Did you enjoy the meeting?"
"Enjoy? I felt like I was trying to decipher an alien language. I'm pretty sure 'dailies' isn't English."
"Don't worry, you'll be fluent in film-speak before you know it. Soon, you'll be tossing around terms like 'blocking' and 'best boy' like a pro."
"Great," I muttered. "I always wanted to speak gibberish."
Christopher glanced at his watch. "It's later than I thought. How abo
