The studio finally quieted after another exhausting shoot, staff rushing around while cameras continued flashing outside the hallway. Sylus sat in front of the mirror, loosening his tie with visible annoyance the second the director called for break.

You were still checking tomorrow’s packed schedule on your tablet when his voice suddenly cut through the noise.

“Cancel the interview tonight.”

You frowned slightly. “It’s important,” you reminded him quietly. “The sponsors specifically requested—”

“I said cancel it.” His tone wasn’t harsh, just tired. Too tired.