The morning of the shoot began with a silence so heavy it felt like even the printers in the corner were holding their breath. Carrie arrived before anyone else, coffee in hand, eyes sharper than usual. Today was not a day for hesitation. Today was a day for execution.
By eight, the office buzzed like a hive. Sofia hovered with her clipboard, rattling off logistics like a flight attendant listing emergency exits. "Wardrobe is steamed and ready. Lighting crew confirmed. Anita's assistant says she'll arrive at eleven sharp. And Damien..." She faltered. "Damien is... well, Damien."
As if summoned, Damien waltzed in wearing an emerald-green blazer loud enough to blind the weak. He threw his scarf over his shoulder and declared, "If I die today, bury me in this outfit. It screams legacy."
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