After listening to the full scope of Ethan Gray’s vision, Hector Chase leaned back in his leather chair, a slow whistle escaping his lips. He had to admit it: the kid was sharp. The plan was a fascinating mix of nostalgia, novelty, and cultural pride. It was clever—devilishly so.
"Ethan, I’m sold. Getting the Project Initiation through the board shouldn’t be an issue after this presentation," Hector said, tapping a rhythm on his desk. "But we have a major gap. Every project needs a Production Coordinator—a Producer who can actually make the gears turn. You can’t just have a writer and a director running a whole show."
Hector spoke as if Ethan were a total greenhorn, unaware of the labyrinthine bureaucracy of the Crown Enterprise. He didn't realize that in his previous life, Ethan had man
