LOGINThe shoot ran forty minutes over schedule. It always did on days when the lighting rig needed adjusting twice and the second unit director couldn't decide between two nearly identical angles. Vespera had learned to bring a book for the waiting parts. Today she hadn't, so she sat in the folding chair beside the monitor and went through production notes on her phone until Jerry finally called the last cut of the day and the set began its familiar collapse into organized noise. "I am so sorry, Vespera, I won't be able to drop you." "Oh, it's fine. I don't mind. Take care."She went into her dressing room, trading the costume for her own clothes and wiping off the heavier stage of make-up down to something more human. Her bag was already packed. She had learned early that leaving quickly was a skill worth developing on a set where lingering invited conversation she didn't always have the energy for. She had the USB drive in the inside pocket of her jacket. She'd had it there f
The Astor mansion sat at the end of a private road that the city had long ago learned not to bother. They knew who it all belonged to. The garden at the back was Elena's project that beautified the home. Silas Astor was in his usual chair with his usual newspaper, working through it with the focused attention of a man who read every page whether it interested him or not. It was discipline, he always said, to stay away from devices for some hours. Elena was of the opposite in that opinion as she was seated beside him with her iPad tilted toward the remaining light, scrolling through an Italian design house's new collection with the focused pleasure of a woman conducting serious work. She paused on a gown and showed her husband. "What do you think of this?"Silas adjusted his glasses and observed the patterns, "Too flashy." He commented and Elena hissed. "That's why I don't ask for your opinion. You know nothing about fashion." She scolded him and tilted the device back to
The restaurant Katy chose for lunch was a quiet five star private booths. It was her most favourite place to come whenever she was feeling stressed out. She was already halfway through her sparkling water when Lynn slid into the seat across from her, slightly breathless with her coat still on. "You're late." Katy mentioned without looking up from the menu she wasn't reading. "Three minutes." Lynn set her bag down and reached for the water jug. "The traffic on Meridian was..." "I don't need the route breakdown, Lynn."Lynn poured herself water and said nothing. She had known Katy Sterling long enough to understand the difference between a bad mood and a baseline. This was baseline. You learned to work around it or you wouldn't last in Katy's orbit and Lynn? She had lasted years by knowing when to push and when to simply sit quietly and wait. The waiter came. Katy ordered without consulting the menu while Lynn asked for the first thing she recognized and handed the menu bac
Yolanda gasped. Nothing was making sense to her right now. "I get that you might mistake me for Lorna and that's okay. People tend to have one similarity or the other or even pick habits from the person they know. It's okay. I only had to contact you because of the note you sent and your name looked pretty familiar as she had mentioned you a few times in her journal."Yolanda covered her mouth and then rubbed her face with her palms before using the table in front of her as support. Vespera let the information sit with her for a while and was patient until Yolanda offered to speak. "I...I just can't believe it. How...how close were you with her? Miss Lorna never had friends when she was alive. Everyone, including I, saw her to be a loner which was why she saw me as comfort."Vespera smiled gently and sipped her juice again. "I won't go into details because I promised to keep our story a secret. So, tell me, why did you send me a note?"Yolanda exhaled heavily. "I sent it
The envelope sat on the kitchen counter while Vespera made coffee. She wasn't ignoring it. That would be dangerous. She was thinking around it. She passed by it a few times, throwing it occasional glances as if it was some sort of spy object. The press conference aftermath was still moving across her phone in real time. Anne had sent eleven messages even Jerry sent four, threatening to send more if she wouldn't reply. The entertainment blogs were rewriting themselves by the hour. The morning's narrative was already successfully shifting toward something more favourable for her. She poured the coffee, sat down and opened the envelope again only to reread the message. 'I know who you are. Meet me alone or everyone finds out.' She set it flat on the counter and looked at it properly now. Who would dare to send such a message to her? She hadn't formed a close friendship with anyone yet. Who was watching her discretely? "I haven't even started yet somehow, someone is already s
"What do you mean by that? Do you mind explaining please? Are you confirming..." "I am not confirming anything. If you have already decided that the lies are what constitute the truth to you, why should I bother proving otherwise? Because no matter what happens, you have taken the lies as the truth so you might as well be right." She explained and the whole room got even quieter. "Anyways, let me do you the favour of answering your interesting questions." She said, her voice carrying easily without strain. "Particularly given that the photographs circulating this morning are ones I recognize. I remember the dinner." She paused. "I remember the parking lot. I remember the script reading. I take a lot of meetings so my memory isn't perfect but I am fairly confident those were also attended by the show's producers, the casting director and in one case, the entire second unit crew." She let that "Photographs are very good at telling the truth and very bad at telling the
Logan rolled his eyes, half-juggling the documents he was going through with one of the junior assistants and Ezekiel, who seemed completely uninterested in what was happening. "It's just an autograph, why are you so grumpy about it?" he asked silkily. The assistant, Sarah, chuckled lightly, admir
Jumping into the entertainment world as a total nobody was never going to be an easy ride. For Vespera, being discovered by Jerry Gray and getting cast as the lead in a big-budget show like The Darkness Behind Me was like a mathematical oddity in the eyes of the public. Yet for her, it was just an
Ezekiel stood in the middle of his bedroom, feeling the silence in the apartment weigh on him more than usual. He’d expected to spend the whole night tossing and turning, his thoughts racing about the fact that a woman with the same face as his late fiancée was just a few metres away from his room
The manila folder sitting on Ezekiel’s desk might have looked thin, but what was inside was substantial. He found himself staring at a high-res photo fixed to the first page. Vespera Nightingale. The woman in that picture had a sharp, alert gaze that felt completely unfamiliar."She’s a strategist







