Olivia's POV
I stumbled from the sleek black car, squinting against the harsh morning sunlight. The studio loomed before me, a concrete behemoth that seemed to swallow the sky. Christopher's hand on my lower back guided me forward. His touch was both steadying and electrifying.
"Welcome back to the dream factory," he murmured in my ear. Are you ready for your transformation?"
"Into what? A caffeinated zombie?"
"Oh, I think we can do better than that."
We breezed past security, Christopher's presence opening doors like magic. The hallways were a maze of activity - PAs scurrying about with clipboards, grips hauling equipment, and the occasional star power-walking to their next appointment.