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Leo smiled. He added a cross dissolve, a LUT, and exported the rough cut by 2:17 AM.

“Leo,” she’d said, walking out at 1:00 AM, “that timeline is a crime scene. You need a miracle. Or PluralEyes.” pluraleyes 5

He scrubbed through the timeline. There, on camera four, was the money shot: the losing team’s captain, a grizzled fabricator named Dolly, ripping off her safety glasses and screaming, “THAT’S MY BOT!” just as the saw blade hit. The sound from his master track dropped onto her face with perfect lip sync. Leo smiled

He sent Stacey the file. Her reply came instantly: a single fire emoji. You need a miracle

Leo Voss was staring down the barrel of a ten-camera disaster.

And tomorrow, he was going to buy Kevin a gimbal.

Leo leaned back. He felt a strange mix of relief and a tiny, bruised sense of professional pride. It had taken him ten seconds to do what would have taken him all night.