Rex stepped out first, stretching his legs and giving the studio building a slow once-over.
It looked… ordinary. Almost disappointingly so. A few metal letters on the sign were chipped, and the only thing flashy about the place was the gold decal of a star on the front door — which had already started to peel at the edges. Not exactly the glamorous image the word studio conjured.
"This is it?" Rex leaned forward, eyebrow raised.
"Yup." Hannah checked her mobile notes like she was confirming a diagnosis. "Appointment's set for 11 o'clock. Courtesy of our… very cooperative department head."
Sophie smirked. "Cooperative? You mean after we—"
Hannah cut her off with a look. "We just made sure it was worth his while."
The girls gathered their bags, and the group made their way toward the entrance. Hannah, ever the organized one, pulled out her phone to double-check the details. "We're right on time," she said with quiet satisfaction.
