Marcus blinked. He was used to actresses who treated his every metaphor as gospel. He looked at Clara, really looked at her, and for a moment, the gap between their ages felt like a physical canyon.
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"That was experience, Marcus," Clara corrected him softly, setting the wine glass down. "You can't direct it, and you can't fake it. You just have to live long enough to earn it." Marcus blinked
The screen did not love Clara Vance the way it used to; it respected her now, which was a far more terrifying thing [1, 2]. "Great, great
"Let's try it your way," Marcus said, leaning back. "Let's see the jaw."