Hailey
The harsh glare of studio lights feels especially blinding this morning. I adjust my camera settings, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than the memory of last night with Josh. My body still tingles from his touch.
"Lighting needs to be more dramatic for this shot," I call out to the crew. "Can we get the key light angled down another fifteen degrees?"
An assistant scurries to adjust the rig while I review the test shots on my monitor. The final day of shooting has everyone on edge—we're behind schedule after yesterday's interruptions, and Marcus is prowling the perimeter like a restless predator.
"Ms. Jameson." His voice cuts through the bustle. "A word?"
I follow him to the corner of the studio, conscious of eyes tracking our movement.
"Your brother's appearance yesterday was… disruptive," Marcus says, keeping his voice low. "I trust there won't be any more family drama today?"
"No," I assure him. "Matthew's flying back this afternoon."
