Later that evening.
The shoot had wrapped for the day, but the studio was still buzzing with the chaotic energy of cleanup. Cables were being coiled, lights dimmed, and the smell of stale coffee hung in the air.
Anaïs was packing Sacha's bag near the exit. Sacha was sitting on a crate, playing on his tablet, happily ignoring the world.
"Excuse me, Manager Eve?"
A nervous-looking production assistant—one of Sienna's minions—tapped Anaïs on the shoulder. She was holding a clipboard like a shield.
"Yes?" Anaïs asked, zipping up the backpack.
"There's a problem with tomorrow's call sheet," the assistant lied, her eyes darting away. "The director... uh, Mr. St. Yves... wants Sacha to use the antique velvet cape for the opening shot. But the Prop Master says it's missing from the rack."
Anaïs frowned behind her sunglasses. "Missing? I saw it this morning."
