Duke stared out into an empty studio, then looked at the clock. Time, he was reminded, really was money, and this project was already costing him plenty of both. Against Byron's wishes, he had once again refused the offer of an assistant. He loathed and loved the idea that his projects were Duke Chamber's projects, despite the enormous workload he carried alone.
The outside door opened, so he turned anxiously in the hope that Crystal had finally made her appearance. As soon as he saw her neon hair he knew it was only Tanya.
“I didn't see anybody and the red light wasn't on, so I just came in," she said, her arms full of assorted drinks and snacks.
Duke had already turned his focus back to the clock.
“They didn't have that caffeinated black herbal stuff you like, so I got you one of tho
