The moment Ethan Gray stepped into the executive boardroom, he was hit by a wave of boisterous, triumphant laughter. He didn’t need to look up to know the source.
Ivan Kingsley was leaned back in a plush leather chair at the far end of the mahogany table, radiating the kind of smug energy that usually required a dedicated PR team to suppress. He was surrounded by a small cluster of middle managers, all of them hanging onto his every word as if he were reciting scripture rather than just gloating about his weekend ratings.
As Ethan made his way to his seat, the room’s collective gaze shifted. Some colleagues gave him a brief, polite nod; others looked through him as if he were part of the furniture. In the hierarchy of Riverport Film Studios, you were only as relevant as your last set of
