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Elliot POVThe quiet sanctuary of the penthouse was gone by three in the morning.Flight cases were rolling across the marble foyer. The heavy rubber casters on the cases were clicking over the metal floor joints. Technicians in shirts were running thick cables along the baseboards. They were taping the cables down with strips of cloth adhesive. The air in the penthouse was usually clean and fresh. Now it was thick with the smell of warm plastic and static electricity. There were also cleaning solvents in the air.I stood by the kitchen island. My hands were wrapped around a mug of water. I did not want tea. I did not want coffee. I just wanted the heat from the mug on my hands."Move the light two feet to the left," Dana said. Her voice was loud and clear above the hum of a generator. She was standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows. She had a tablet on her forearm. "We need to see the skyline. It should be out of focus. We want the light of dawn. Not a studio glare."Dana did not