********Luzzaru’s office was loud and busy as usual.Three monitors on his main desk. Two more mounted on the wall. One tablet propped beside his keyboard. Clips looping. Headlines refreshing. Numbers ticking up and down in real time.He leaned back in his chair, phone in one hand, coffee in the other, smiling at something one of his editors had just sent him.“Run it again,” he said into his headset. “The angle where he turns his head. That one gets reactions.”A voice replied through his ear. “We already cut three versions.”“Cut four,” Luzzaru said. “People like options.”He sipped his coffee, eyes still on the main screen. Selene’s face froze mid-frame. A still from the club video. The one everyone knew now.“God, this thing’s gold,” he muttered.His phone buzzed on the desk.He glanced at it, annoyed at the interruption. Unknown number. Private line.He answered anyway.“Luzzaru speaking.”The voice on the other end was calm. Flat. Not rushed.“Good afternoon, Mr. Luzzaru. My na
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