As the cameras powered down and the crew began packing up their equipment, Max and Marcus made their way over to Lance, Kimberly, and Edwin. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the field as the group gathered.
"Well, if it isn't our Hollywood contingent," Lance greeted them with a grin. "Come to see how the other half lives?"
Marcus chuckled, clapping Edwin on the back. "More like come to make sure our star client hasn't pulled a hamstring trying to bend it like Beckham."
Edwin winced at the contact. "Too late for that, I'm afraid. I think every muscle in my body is plotting revenge as we speak."
Kimberly nodded in agreement. "I'm seriously considering hiring a full-time masseuse after today."
Max, ever the publicist, was practically bouncing with excitement. "You guys were
