The moment Ethan Gray stepped into the Riverport Film Studios the next morning, he was summoned to the main council chamber. Nine of his colleagues, all of them young, ambitious graduates from various film schools, were already seated around the long oval table, their faces taut with the nervous energy of a first-day assignment.
The door swung open, and the Deputy Head of the Writers' Circle, Hector Chase, marched in. He was a man who radiated efficiency, his eyes scanning the room like a hawk looking for a weak link in the chain.
"You’ve all been with the company for varying lengths of time," Hector began, leaning his palms on the table. "Some of you have been here three months, while others—like Ethan Gray and Hector Chase Jr.—have only been here a week. Now, it's time to see what you'
