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Arrival at the Studio

Author: Cat Stories
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-12 20:26:36

The black SUV wound its way up a gravel driveway that seemed endless, flanked by manicured hedges that looked too perfect to be real.

Elion sat in the back seat, clutching his knees. He felt like a prisoner being transported to a high-security facility, except this prison had gold leaf on the gates and a valet service.

"We're here, Mr. Marrow," the driver said, his eyes meeting Elion’s in the rearview mirror. "Production wants you to wait in the car until they give the signal. For the 'arrival shot'."

"Of course," Elion muttered. "Wouldn't want to ruin the spontaneity by actually arriving."

He looked out the window. The mansion loomed ahead—a sprawling, neo-classical monstrosity that screamed new money and bad taste. It was the kind of house built by someone who wanted to prove they had made it, but had forgotten why.

Camera crews were already swarming the lawn like ants on a dropped lollipop. He saw boom mics, reflectors, and a drone buzzing overhead like an angry hornet.

"This is a
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