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Ivy gestured for him to continue.

Ivy Lebelle sat in the leather chair of her production office, the Los Angeles skyline glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. At thirty-four, she had already lived three careers: first as a celebrated performer, then as a director who fought for better sets, and now as the head of her own boutique entertainment studio, Lebelle Media . ivy lebell xxx

The room waited.

“We have a verbal from a former Power Ranger, the agent who leaked the Memoir of a disgraced pop star, and… get this… the old key grip from Titanic who supposedly still has the actual ‘Heart of the Ocean’ prop in his garage.” Ivy gestured for him to continue

“What’s the antagonist?” she asked. The room waited

“We shoot Ivy Reads in one weekend. No crew except a single camera operator. No lighting except the candle. We drop it on a random Wednesday with no announcement. Let’s see who finds it.”

Ivy looked at Jay. Then at the window. Then back.