Christopher's POV
I adjusted my suit as I strode down the red carpet, cameras flashing like thunderstorms. Samantha's movie premiere had drawn quite the crowd.
"Mr. Wallace! Over here!" The paparazzi's shouts blended into white noise. I gave them my practiced smile, the one that said, 'I'm important, and I know it.'
The Arclight's marquee blazed above: "MIDNIGHT HEIST" in bold letters. It was not my production, thank God. Anthony had taken that risk. But I must admit, he had balls picking Samantha for the lead.
Inside, the theater hummed with Hollywood's finest kissing ass and trading fake smiles.
The lights dimmed, and we took our seats. I settled in, expecting two hours of mediocrity. But damn, if Samantha didn't prove me wrong. The movie grabbed me by the throat from the opening scene - a heist gone wrong, double-crosses, and Samantha's character manipulating everyone like a chess master in stilettos.