Her pen is already marking changes. “We’re scrapping that approach entirely. Light clothing, a dagger instead of that ridiculous sword. We’ll take our time, do test runs. This scene should showcase your strength, not your vulnerability.”
Relief crashes over me like a wave, bringing unexpected tears to my eyes. I blink them back, but she notices.
Having a director who listens, who adapts, who respects my boundaries. No more being pushed into uncomfortable situations or told to “just deal with it.” She sees me as a collaborator.
“This is what directing should be,” she says softly, pushing a box of tissues my way without making a fuss. “We find solutions together. And trust me, we’re about to show those testosterone-fueled action films how it’s really done.”
“Thank you, Amara.”
“I’m so glad Dante introduced us,” she sighs. “I’ve known him since Princeton. And I don’t know what’s going on between you two—I don’t need to know. But trust me, the bad-boy thing he puts on? It’s exactly like Robyn’s armor. Dante’s got layers most people never see.” She gives me a pointed look. “Just like someone else I know, who hides behind politeness.”
I open my mouth to protest, then close it with a laugh. Caught.
Her grin turns devilish. “And hey, whenever you need extortion material on Dante, I’m your girl. Wait till you hear about his tweed newsboy cap.”
“His what?”
“Oh yes,” she cackles. “Princeton-era Dante wouldn’t be caught dead without one. Thought he was channeling Cillian Murphy inPeaky Blinders.”
“Well, now that you mention it”—I laugh —“he does have that same brooding intensity.”
“Remind me later,” she says, “and I’ll show you enough photos to absolutely destroy him.”
“I seriously love working with you,” I beam.
“Good. Because we’re about to change some narratives around here.”
“Hell yes!”
The headlines flash through my mind—Hollywood’s New Power Player Takes Control—no longer gossip, but prophecy. I’m not just starring anymore. I’m executive producing, profit sharing, learning to direct. I’m writing my own story.
Nothing can touch me now.
Nothing can go wrong.
Reese
Diamond Essence shoot got moved to tomorrow. We’re still on for our impromptu training between takes?
Dante
Perfect excuse to escape SF for a bit.
How’s Mari treating you?
Reese
Barely coming up for air, but the script is *chef’s kiss*
She’s everything
Dante
Told you you’d fall for her.
Reese
Speaking of falling…maybe we could find some trouble after the shoot?
