While waiting for the production designer to arrive and review my shot, the door opened and in walked three men in formal business attire. “Suits,” I whispered to the team, “Look out, guys, corporate is on the floor.” Everyone kept their heads down, continuing to work on their laptops, tablets, and paperback books.
“Illuminatiiiiiii”, hissed Stabby Frank, stuffing sugar packets into his beard. I watched closely as the suits took their cappuccinos and left. Maybe Stabby Frank was onto something.