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oor-to-ceiling windows of the Peak Entert

sharply against the polished concrete. I wore a tailored white suit that fit

irst project had been a massive streaming hit. Now, I was runn

ch meeting with our pri

cript outlines to my chest, running t

imed. The metal

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y lungs. My laptop slipped, and the stack of papers expl

deep, resonant voi

er the scripts. The man crouc

d for the same piece of paper

ed my h

caught in

eling two feet

aper. His piercing blue eyes widened,

ing in the confident makeup, the sharp cut of my

gance that usually defined his features was enti

eneath his fingers. I stood up,

owering over me. He looke

rted, his voice

f polite, professional confusion. I gave him the exact s

ight and completely empty of em

rally jerked backward as if I

my eyes, searching desperately for a crack, for a

ed, stepping neatly a

or car behind him and pressed

rs began to slide shut. Edmund

licked shut, cutt

tor and let out a long, shaky exhale. My hands w

floor. I adjusted my grip on my lap

night, the founder of Peak Entertainment, w

a! Perfect timing. Our lead investor just