LOGIN"What are you even doing, Owen?" Honestly, what am I doing? I'm driving on the outskirts of town trying to find a car workshop, just because I don't think my accident was not an accident at all. I should maybe have hired a private investigator, but there are just things I think anyone but me would
The moment I step onto the threshold of my trailer, the air feels... wrong. It smells different from my usual scent, and there's this shift in the air that tells me that someone has been here. I freeze, my hand still gripping the door handle. At first glance, everything looks normal. The vanity lig
"Sir, I really must insist—Mr. Newton is in the middle of an extremely sensitive meeting. You can't just—" Miller, Deckard’s spineless excuse for an assistant, is practically jogging to keep up with me. His voice is a desperate high-pitched whine that I find more irritating than the ringing in my e
Tobias doesn't look at me. He keeps his gaze fixed on the stage below. "I don't expect you to understand the intricacies of production, Owen. Lydia is a piece of a puzzle. If I remove her entirely, the picture is incomplete, and the investors get nervous. Take my word for it: Sydney will be safe. I’
"Okay, 3... 2... 1... and ACTION!" Nicholas’s voice booms through the space of the soundstage, echoing against the high rafters and the tangle of cables snaking across the floor. The red "On Air" light flickers to life, casting a bloody hue over the entrance. I step onto the set, but I’m not here
"Eat your lunch," I order. "I’ll wait." He stares at me, his throat working as he swallows the last of his salad. He looks very uncomfortable, I must say. He pushes the bowl to the far edge of the desk and sighs, folding his hands over his stomach. "Alright. I’m finished. What can I do for you th







