Charlotte couldn’t just sit back and watch. She anonymously wrote a script, poured her own money into making the film, and sent it out into the world. Nobody expected it to blow up the way it did. Suddenly, critics and audiences all over the globe were talking about the movie and it started racking up nominations for every award you could think of. People finally had to admit that Eldorian cinema had something unique to offer.
But Charlotte didn’t stop there. Using her connections and putting in both time and money, she made sure more incredible movies showing off Eldoria’s culture made it overseas. A lot of people credited her as a driving force behind the industry’s surge. If Galloway ever found out that Charlotte’s latest project hadn’t even made it past the initial approval, he’d probably blow a gasket.
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Inside the lounge, Emily sat slumped by the table, her nerves frayed. She’d just wrapped up five straight hours of shooting, then downed two glasses of something way too strong at dinner. Now her head was spinning and all she wanted to do was find a quiet corner to sleep.
Before she could even sit, Adela turned up in the doorway, perfectly put together as always, with a glass of juice in hand. Emily barely glanced at her, feeling too tired and irritated to play nice. She lifted her eyelids just enough to shoot Adela a frosty glare, then went back to ignoring her.
“Emily, are you upset?” Adela tilted her head, those big innocent eyes wide open. “Is it because Storm got pulled?”
Emily paused, her hand caught mid-motion as she tried to remove a hair accessory. She looked at Adela’s reflection in the mirror, her gaze suddenly sharp and icy. She could feel anger bubbling just beneath the surface, her fingers curling into tight fists.
Adela just kept going, her voice soft and insistent. “I mean, who wouldn’t be upset? Three hundred million dollars, gone just like that. That would make anyone miserable.” She didn’t stop there. “And J? You’d think someone as impressive as her would at least react after Storm got canceled. But she’s barely said a word.”
Emily drew in a sharp breath. “Are you finished?” She tossed her earrings onto the table, stood, and folded her arms, stalking right up to Adela. She stared her down, cold and unyielding. “If you’re done talking, leave.”

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