The crew moved quickly and in sync, setting up the next shot with quiet focus. The camera operator adjusted the lens, lights were repositioned for the right mood, and a stylist fixed the actor's outfit. Nearby, the director gave brief instructions while a production assistant checked details. Every movement was precise, building toward the moment the camera would roll.
Fiona flicked a glance at her wristwatch and exhaled, stretching her shoulders. "Wow, I'm finally done with my role… goodbye to this project." Her gaze lingered on the time. "6 p.m. already… why isn't Hazel here yet?"
"You did a very great job."
The voice slipped in from behind her, smooth and annoyingly familiar.
She turned sharply only to meet his eyes. Instantly, irritation sparked. "Were you watching me?"
Manson's lips curved, amusement dancing in his gaze. "You can't put it that way. I wasn't watching you… I was overseeing my project." His tone dripped with mock innocence.
