Some day, this will be a "Last.fm/NetFlix/Amazon for web fiction"
(both original and fanfiction) where you can search
across many different hosting sites or rate what you've read and
get recommendations. However, life keeps throwing more urgent
projects my way, so I don't know when it'll be ready.
“Wait... why are the power bills so low for this sound stage? Who's in this one?” A studio manager asked the accountant.
“They haven't needed much cold air forced into the studio for some reason.” The accountant said. “It's strange because before the show started, that sound stage always ran hotter than normal.”
“Bury it.” The studio manager said. “If what's happening is what I think it is, we ignore it. We need all the profitable ventures we can keep. If Heat Sink is working on that set, we're not going to expose her.”
“Understood sir.” The account agreed. “If she's working here....”
“That line of thinking could get us in trouble. Say nothing. If rumors get around, we could have supervillains crashing our productions. Imagine what that would do to our insurance premiums.” the Studio manager said.
The accountant paled and nodded. “Understood sir.” He said before heading out of the office.
The studio manager sighed. “The secrets we keep in order to make money.”
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