Rome walked into the soundstage building, dreading every step he took closer to another day of pretending to chase around unicorns and annihilate them. Drew’s acting was almost as atrocious as the script. The little girl wasn’t bad to work with, but she could only be there for a few hours each day. He spent most of his day listening to Guy argue with the set construction team, hating his life, and praying that the lawyers would hurry up and process the sale of his contract from Henry to Lloyd. It had been two weeks since the Montage show, and so far, nothing had changed. Every day, he walked past the Vinune, wrapped and stored in his living room so that if and when the sale went through, he could trade the artwork for the contract. Seeing it was a constant reminder that he was so close, yet so far, from achieving his goals.