"I’m telling you, Charlotte, it’s just a filter," Stephie said, leaning back in a leather chair that looked like it cost more than Charlotte’s car. Stephie was the editor, the pragmatist. She wore oversized glasses and had a habit of chewing on the end of a stylus. "We pump up the contrast, stabilize the shake, and call it a day. The client wants it by Friday."
Stephie rolled her eyes but moved to the console. "Fine. But when the server room catches fire, I’m blaming the new girl." video title charlotte stephie sylvie courtois extra quality