Brandon and I both look at each other, our own pits of fear reflected back in the each other’s expression. We join hands and walk towards the door together. United front. Us against them. Before we left Roger’s office earlier, he had a speakerphone call with the production team he had waiting on standby and the main producer, Kira. They arranged a meeting at our house tonight to go over the project as well as the schedule. We open the door to reveal a small gathering of people. There is a woman in a black pantsuit at the head of the column, I assume her to be Kira. To her left is a man, also in a suit, typing furiously into his cell phone. Behind them, there is an assortment of people, all in casual dress; each has a backpack or hard plastic case in hand, which I guess must be the equipment. “Brandon! Charity! Lovely to meet you both,” Kira says, stepping into the foyer and forcing us to take steps back to scurry out of her way.
