The VIP holding room of Studio 4 was usually reserved for A-list talent to demand expensive water and complain about the lighting. Today, it was occupied by a very different kind of headache.
Aria didn't bother changing out of her Consort Li costume. She swept down the hallway, the heavy black-and-gold silk robes billowing around her like storm clouds. The ruby pins in her hair caught the fluorescent lights, gleaming like warnings.
Damien walked beside her, his jacket back on, his expression one of mild annoyance—like a man who had been interrupted during a very interesting game of chess.
"Ken," Damien said as they approached the door. "Who is the actress?"
"Vivianne LeClair," Ken replied, checking his tablet. "Award-winning method actress. Known for playing tragic heroines. She signed a tentative agreement with the previous management last week."
