The days after Halloween slipped back into long hours and early mornings.
If anything, the short break made it harder.
Jack returned to the set sharper and more focused, as if something inside him had reset. The exhaustion was still there, faintly visible in his eyes, but it no longer slowed him down. He hit his marks without many retakes. His lines came out clean and natural, as though he had already lived through them once before.
People on the set began to notice.
At first, it was small things. Crew members pausing a second longer than usual after a take. Background chatter going quiet just a little faster. Then it became more obvious. The other actors started tightening their own performances, matching Jack's timing and his energy, as if no one wanted to be the weak link in a scene with him.
Even the directors adapted.
What had been planned as a steady shoot began moving faster than expected. Fewer retakes were needed. Corrections became rare. Scenes that usually stretched across hours wrapped early. The entire set settled into a new rhythm where everyone seemed to be trying to keep up, while Jack already felt in sync with it.
Christopher Miller stood behind the monitor, studying the setup one last time before raising his hand.
"Action."
The shift was immediate.
Scarlet (Leslie Mann) stood in front of the mirror, dressed in black. The fabric caught the light just enough to draw attention without demanding it. There was soft music in the background, as she moved, slow and controlled, following a rhythm that seemed to exist only for her.
It felt private, almost like something no one else was meant to see.
A moment later, Mark (Jack) stepped into the doorway.
He leaned lightly against the wall and watched her shake her body and wave her arms. There was something calm in the way he held himself, like he wasn't stepping into a scene; he was stepping into a moment that was already happening.
She noticed his reflection.
She stopped and looked back with a little smile.
They exchanged a brief look through the mirror. On the surface, it felt casual, almost playful, but there was something unspoken beneath it.
Mike pushed himself off the wall and crossed the room after he asked her to teach him. He slid a CD into the player.
The music started.
At first, the movement between them was simple. They kept a small distance, circling within the same rhythm without fully closing it. There was a lightness to it, as if they were testing each other, feeling out the pace before committing to it.
Scarlet was supposed to teach him, but she got pulled into Mike's pace, and she followed his lead, her movements more precise now, more aware of him. Mike went along with the rhythm without making it obvious.
Gradually, the space between them disappeared.
Each step brought them closer until there was almost no distance left.
Scarlet's expression changed as it happened. A flicker of uncertainty showed in her eyes, something that did not quite match the confidence in her movement. There was a brief hesitation, as if she hadn't decided what this moment meant once it crossed a certain line.
Mike did not pull back.
He stayed close as if nothing had changed. They talked for a bit about her husband and if they were ever getting back together while continuing the dance.
The rhythm slowed, and the air seemed to shift with it.
His hand moved to her waist, firm but careful. In one smooth motion, he lifted her in his arms. The movement felt natural. Scarlet reacted on instinct, her arms rising around his neck as he turned with her, spinning her once.
This time, her expression broke into a real smile, unguarded and effortless.
The music played on as he spun a couple of times...
Mike finally stopped...
Their eyes locked, and this time neither of them looked away.
The moment stretched.
It had that quiet tension where everything narrows down to one choice. Her uncertainty hadn't disappeared, but it shifted into something softer and more dangerous.
It looked like they were about to cross a line.
Then a voice cut through it.
"Mom."
The word landed hard, breaking the moment clean in half.
Scarlet didn't move right away. Her eyes were still on him, like her mind hadn't caught up yet.
"Yeah," she replied automatically, her voice softer than it should have been.
A second passed.
Then it hit her.
She blinked, pulling back just enough to reorient herself, turning toward the doorway where Alex stood. Jack released her at the same time, stepping back like the moment had never happened, even though it still lingered in the air between them.
"Cut."
The room exhaled.
For a brief second, no one spoke.
Then the reactions started.
Crew members exchanged looks. Someone near the monitor let out a quiet "wow" under their breath. Christopher leaned forward slightly, replaying the last few seconds in his head before breaking into a slow grin.
"That's it," he said, almost to himself. "We're locking in the scene."
Around the set, the shift was obvious.
That scene felt real in a way that made people forget they were watching actors.
Leslie stepped aside, brushing a strand of hair back as she tried to shake off the leftover tension from the scene. 'Phew! Wow~ Okay. That was so close... Get a hold of yourself, Les. Don't act like a milf in heat. You're a married woman. Don't cross the line, no matter how good that young man is... smells... Shit!' There was a small pause before she glanced toward Jack.
"Okay," she said, letting out a quiet breath. "That was… something."
Jack nodded once.
"Yeah," he replied simply. "You're so light. It made things easier for me in the last part."
Leslie smiled, "Thanks for the compliment."
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[8 PM]
By the time they wrapped, the clock had already pushed past eight.
Jack stepped out of the set, rolling his shoulders once as the tension finally started to loosen. 'I wonder what Haley is doing? I heard Mom gave her some assignments. Hope she's doing alright. I'll give her a call after dinner.' His car was already waiting. He slid into the backseat, letting his head rest against the seat for a second before speaking.
"Take me to my dad's office," he said.
The driver nodded and pulled away.
The city lights blurred past the window as Jack closed his eyes for a moment. The adrenaline had settled, leaving behind that familiar mix of exhaustion and clarity. His body felt heavy, but his mind stayed active, running through scenes, timing, and small details he could still improve.
The car pulled up to Preston Production House.
Jack stepped out and walked inside the building.
He took the elevator to the top floor. 'I wonder what Dad's doing...'
He pushed the main office door open without knocking.
Richard sat behind his desk, typing something on his laptop. He didn't look up immediately, just spoke like he already knew who it was.
"So, how was your day?"
Jack kicked off his shoes near the door and dropped onto the long couch, stretching out like he had finally allowed himself to stop moving.
"Awesome and exhausting," he said, exhaling as he leaned back. "In a good way."
Richard looked up now, studying him for a second before nodding. "I've been hearing things," he said. "Phil and Christopher both called. Apparently, the number of retakes has dropped, and the schedule is moving faster than planned."
Jack let out a small breath, already knowing where this was going.
"They're saying the film might wrap before the deadline," Richard continued, leaning back in his chair slightly.
Jack said, "You'll save money on production."
Richard smiled faintly. "That too," he admitted. "But more importantly, it gives us extra time for post-production. Editing, polishing, advertising, and making sure everything lands exactly how we want it."
Jack nodded once. "That's good."
The room went quiet for a moment, not awkward, just… settled.
Jack shifted slightly on the couch, one arm resting over his eyes before he spoke again.
"I was thinking of releasing the next book," he said. "Can you talk to the publisher and figure out the right timing for it?"
Richard straightened a bit, the shift in topic catching his attention. He closed the laptop.
"I'll call him tonight," he said. "And figure out the best slot."
He paused for a second, then looked at Jack a little more directly.
"By the way," he added.
Jack lowered his arm slightly, looking at him.
"Chamber of Secrets and Prisoner of Azkaban," Richard continued. "I loved both, but Azkaban stood out. There's something sharper about it. The tone, the pacing, the way the tension builds and the big revelation… it works."
Jack didn't say anything right away, but there was a small shift in his expression. He looked happy.
Richard leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the desk.
"And before you say anything," he added, "yes, I know I'm praising you. Enjoy it while it lasts."
Jack let out a tired laugh under his breath.
Richard's tone softened just a little after that.
"But you need to slow down," he said. "You're doing a lot right now. Acting, writing, everything else you've got going on."
Jack stayed quiet, listening.
"You've already proven that you're serious about this," Richard continued. "Your mom and I trust you."
He held his gaze for a second.
"But we're worried about how long you can keep this pace without burning yourself out."
The words landed heavier than the praise.
Jack stared at the ceiling for a moment, thinking it through instead of brushing it off.
"I'm fine," he said at first, more out of habit than certainty.
Richard didn't react immediately. He just watched him, waiting.
Jack exhaled slowly, dropping his arm from his eyes as he looked over again.
"I know what I'm doing," he added, quieter this time. "I'm not just pushing for no reason."
"I know," Richard said.
That answer came without hesitation.
"That's why I'm saying this," he continued. "Not to stop you. Just… pace it. You don't have to prove everything all at once."
Jack sat up straight, his elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward.
"Yeah," he said after a moment. "I'll keep that in mind."
Richard nodded once, not pushing further.
"Good."
"Well," Jack stood up. "I'll see you later..."
Richard also stood up and said, "How about we go together? We'll pick your mom from her boutique and go home and have dinner together?"
Jack smiled with a nod. "Yeah, sounds great."
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