Keira
The filming crew set up in a private studio space Nortech had rented for the occasion, professional lighting rigs and a small, sleek set designed to look casual and intimate for the cameras, though nothing about the atmosphere backstage felt remotely casual. I sat in the makeup chair while a stylist fussed over my hair, watching in the mirror as all six of them filed into the greenroom behind me, dressed sharp, expressions uniformly tense.
"You don't have to do this alone," Ryder reminded me, for what felt like the tenth time that morning.
"I know. You've all said that. Repeatedly."
"We meant it every time."
Monica appeared in the doorway, tablet in hand, giving us the two-minute warning with the same brisk efficiency she brought to every crisis these days. "Remember, per our ne
