Noah arrived half an hour early at Bluegate Entertainment with Daryll and Monica. Today, he was scheduled to have his contract and career plans reevaluated by the CEO herself, along with the company lawyers.
As soon as he stepped out of the car, he entered the building through an entrance far from the public eye, intended only for VIP guests and the company's top talent. A privilege Noah had gained only five years ago. Access, once earned, came with expectations that did not need repeating.
Security recognized him immediately and tapped their access locks to let him through. None of them greeted him, nor did they stop him for small talk. Seeing a celebrity in this place was routine.
The checkpoint barely slowed them down. The guard glanced once at Noah's face, once at the credentials on his tablet, and waved them through without comment. There was no second look, no pause long enough to invite conversation.
