During the hours when everyone else could rest, when the office was empty and people were excitedly looking at the lunch menu, Amir was forced to head to Studio Six.
In the farthest room, with black square-patterned soundproof walls, only one light was on—and even that was dim. The last time he'd tried to submit a purchase, his budget had been rejected.
Dust floated in the air. A pile of tripods was stacked at the end of the room, the long rods crossed over each other, alongside several folded softboxes.
Steve's task was to clean everything, separate what was truly broken from what could still be used, and record the damaged items to order replacements.
Amir could’ve done this after hours, but he wasn’t willing to spend an extra hour in the office without getting paid overtime.
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