As the cameras stopped rolling and the crew began to pack up their equipment, Lance found himself being pulled aside by his sister, Olivia. Her amber eyes sparkled with determination as she led him to a quiet corner of the field.
"Lance, we need to talk," Olivia said, her voice low but insistent. She tucked a strand of her brown hair behind her ear, a gesture Lance recognized as a sign of her nervousness.
Lance sighed, running a hand through his golden locks. "What's up, Liv?"
"I need you to set up a meeting between me and Edwin," she blurted out, her cheeks flushing slightly.
Lance felt his heart sink. "Liv, I don't think that's a good idea..."
"Why not?" Olivia pressed, her amber eyes narrowing. "You're friends with him now, right? It would be so easy for you to arrange something."
