Romayne Bellamy’s morning routine started at about 7:00 in the morning, when her alarm went off. She usually spent the first few minutes of the day checking her notifications in bed, handling anything that required her immediate attention. After a light breakfast of dry toast and a protein shake she liked to put in at least an hour at the gym before returning to her spacious Peckham flat, going through her daily twelve-step skincare process, and starting work.
She kept a home office in the second bedroom for her video shooting and streaming setup, as well as her computer. A quick check of her channel’s stats indicated her latest video wasn’t doing as well as the others; she frowned and pulled up her messages.
Romayne’s assistant Gabriela was based in Romania or Malaysia or somewhere like that, but kept London hours to ensure her boss could get hold of her as needed. Dashing off a quick text, Romayne asked her to update the video’s title and thumbnail to something more enticing; hopefully that would juice the numbers a bit.
Gabriela had also sent Romayne an update on Wayward Talent’s latest acquisitions: another batch of the purchased contracts had turned over their account credentials. Romayne instructed her to compile a list of all the remaining non-compliant contracts; she’d pass it off to Hughie herself, and he’d handle “negotiations” from there.
She’d just about reached inbox zero when a new email came in, from an unfamiliar sender: the assistant of someone named DB Endicott, who was asking to meet Romayne today for lunch.
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