The export bar was at 100% .
The voice on the phone continued: “The director wanted this cut buried. The studio wants it neutered. The MP4 chose you because you’re the only one who still cares about the frame. So here’s the deal—delete the export presets. Walk outside. Leave the drive on the step. And forget you ever saw this.”
Leo stared at the preview. Kaelen had stopped mouthing words. Now he was smiling.
“Don’t send me.”
Leo laughed, but it came out hollow. “That’s not possible.”
His assistant, Maya, had gone home at midnight, but her notes were still on the whiteboard: “H.264 • 10 Mbps • 4K • DON’T FORGET AUDIO STEMS.”
“Or?”
