Franz's study was different from Arianne's.
Where hers was sparse and functional, his was lived-in. The shelves were lined with awards—some from his early career, small indie trophies from festivals she'd never heard of, and larger ones from the industry recognition that came later. Framed movie posters hung on the walls, each one representing a project he'd chosen, a character he'd built, a piece of the Noah Hart persona he'd constructed over more than a decade. The desk was cluttered with scripts and notes. The chairs were comfortable, arranged for conversation rather than intimidation.
This was the room where Franz Rochefort became Noah Hart, and it was here that he'd chosen to plan Noah's next evolution.
