Aaron's POV
The door of the black SUV thuds shut behind me,a definitive click that seals off the lingering chaos of Griffith Park.The chill of the air conditioning washes over me,a contrast that I gladly welcome,to the relentless L.A.sun that had beaten down on us all morning and afternoon.
I lean back against the plush leather seats,feeling the last parts of my performance drain from my muscles.My mind,however,is anything but relaxed.Brenda's words,sharp and sudden,echo in my head.
"You're flying to New York tomorrow."
My phone is already in my hand,Mark's number on speed dial.This isn't just a change of plans;it's a complete derailment.We're supposed to be here for another week,wrapping up all the video assets for this ad campaign.
This ad is massive,a cornerstone endors
