LT Studios.
Sophia had barely reached the front door when a security guard stepped in her way.
"Miss, do you have a pass?" he asked.
She wore a mask and a baseball cap; the six kids were waiting in the car. Not wanting to be recognized, she flashed her pass. The guard hesitated, then stepped aside.
Holding her pass like she belonged, Sophia rode the executive elevator up. There were plenty of people in the offices—many stealing glances, trying to place her—but she walked straight into the general manager's suite.
"You just barged in without knocking—aren't you a little rude?" a middle-aged man said from behind a desk. He had a mature face, a low voice, and hair slicked back—every inch the successful businessman.
Sophia smiled. "Uncle Hanson, you're really coming into your own."
Howard Hanson looked up; affection softened his features. "You finally came back to visit? I told you if you didn't show up soon, I'd start plotting to take your spot."
