The soundstage felt like a pressure cooker. The crew had gone silent, scurrying into the corners like roaches in the light. Roman didn't let go of my arm immediately. He stood his ground, his body vibrating with a tension that felt like it could shatter the floorboards.
"There’s someone in here, Marcus," Roman said, his voice flat. "The lights didn't 'glitch.' Someone bypassed the board. And Scarlett saw someone behind the set."
Marcus didn't even look at the rafters. He didn't look at the cage. He just stepped closer, his expensive shoes clicking with terrifying precision.
"Director Hart tells me you’ve been 'overseeing' the fitting since four o'clock," Marcus said, ignoring Roman's warning. "You’ve interfered with the wardrobe, you’ve intimidated the director, and now you’re disruptin
