A production assistant, a young woman with a clipboard clutched to her chest, hurried over to a thin man with messy hair, who was pacing near the back wall.

The door to the green room swung open, and two figures stepped out. The man, CJ, was tall and broad-shouldered, his suit crisp. The woman, Emily, was shorter, blonde, and wore a sharp red blazer. She looked at Parker with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.