Chapter 87 Building The Team

• Luna's POV
• I smoothed down the corner of my notebook for what felt like the hundredth time, the paper already wrinkled from my restless fingers. My heart was hammering so loud I was sure Marcus and Anne could hear it echoing through the empty studio walls.
• The room smelled faintly of fresh paint and dust, sunlight spilling across the bare floorboards in wide golden patches. The studio wasn’t finished yet—boxes stacked near the back wall, temporary chairs borrowed from Marcus’s office, a single desk set up in the corner where Anne had lined up our water bottles and resumes.