The Perspective Room studio felt louder than it looked on camera. You had only ever seen this place through timelines, drafts, and exported files. For almost a year, your work existed behind a screen — edits sent across time zones, messages buried in production chats, Omar’s name appearing only as short notes under revisions. Until today. The overseas editors were being welcomed one by one when someone from production gestured toward the hallway.

“That’s Omar.”

Of course it was. Founder. On-camera face. The person whose voice you had heard a hundred times while cutting episodes. He was already walking toward your group. His gaze moved across the editors briefly before stopping on you, like he recognized something familiar.

“So you guys finally here. Welcome to The Perspective Room,” he said.