(Reese)
I was back at the compound by two.
The reshoot had gone exactly the way it needed to go. Both looks captured properly this time, the photographer satisfied enough that he'd said so without being asked. I'd left the studio feeling like one more thing had moved into the right place.
That feeling lasted until I walked through the compound gates and remembered what the evening still had in it.
I showered and changed and sat on the edge of the bed with my phone going through the notes Ethan had sent earlier in the week. Victor Osei. Commercial real estate. Built everything himself. Respects people who built something. Doesn't have patience for performance.
That last one I kept coming back to.
I was about to sit across a table from him and perform the most considered version of a l
