Resistance Entertainment Headquarters

She could feel the agony of every increasing minute pass as she waited for the eventual entry of her boss. Rey, after the recent success over her article "Padmé Amidala, A Journey into her Life" detailing the icon's rise to fame and lasting legacy in the fashion industry, had received some well-earned downtime. However, business in The Resistance Entertainment Inc. never slowed down, meaning her boss, Chief Editor Poe Dameron, would be making his dramatic entrance any minute now.

She drummed her slender fingers against the glass tabletop of her desk, almost impatient that he hadn't arrived yet. She had worked here TRE for almost four years now. She has written her fair share of articles, bad and good, and in all this time she had come to expect certain things from Dameron. That man had a flair for drama, claimed to have been this close to being cast in a Scorsese film, but dropped out because he felt he'd be able to write a far better screenplay. Rey scoffed at the thought, inwardly of course. Indeed he was her boss and she had to answer to him but he never treated her as inferior. In fact, he was one of the first to give a fair shot and see past her inexperience to find value in her content. Thinking back, she probably owes him for all the times he has had to save her hide and cover for her fits of passion when dealing with her work, she was not a fan of being assigned article topics. She was the one to suggest recanting Padmé's career, which at the time was rejected by the magazine's CEO Leia Organa. Poe stood up for her and put his own career on the line stating, "If there is anyone who could turn pile of cow dump into news, it's this girl, give this a shot, Leia." Well, he was damn right, she thought to herself smirking. She polished up Amidala's rocky career and complicated personal life to type her as a fashion icon, splashing waves through the top tier fashion circles.

At that moment the door to her little office opened, a rugged, yet good-looking man in his early thirties entered his arms held up and out. "Rey, darling, it's been forever!" he practically screamed and he rushed over to sitted Rey and pulled her into a quick, tight hug.

"I only took a week off," she protested returning his friendly hug reluctantly. "You'd think with all the hype over the article, I'd have a bit more time for myself."

"Honey, you know how this business works, the minute starlight's like you stop working someone else scrambles for the spotlight." He states smiling broadly as he leans on her desk. He crosses his arms and gets down to business, "Well, love I hope your time off was relaxing 'cause this next one's a doozy."

Rey sighed and turned to face him, twisting her chair as it made a little poot sound, causing the older man to giggle. She narrowed her eyes asked, "So I'm being assigned an article now? What happened to being accomplished and having choices?"

"Rey, baby doll, it's outta-my hands. This one's from the big boss, Organa herself," He spoke putting his hands up in defense as Rey responded by rolling her eyes. He continued, "She wants you to personally shadow and detail the life and accomplishments of Kylo Ren."

"Kylo who?"

First Order Productions

"Just one more take Ren, then we'll call it a wrap," announced Director Hux, "Oh and this time please pretend to have a soul behind your smile."

It took quite a bit of restraint on Kylo Ren's part to simply nod and get into character. He closed his eyes for the briefest moment and recanted his lines. The scene was rather simple, his character Benjamin West was meeting with his client and had to dispense some rather snarky legal advice. He straightens his sleeves and began to pace the movie set-turned-conference room. Since the actor playing his client could not be here for scheduling reasons, he would be acting out only his lines. He put both his hands behind his back and put on his mask. He recited his lines perfectly, correct emphasis and natural disposition. Even his forced smile seemed genuine and his boss, Director Hux had no complaints.

"All right and that's a wrap," Hux stated and strode off set as numerous employees rushed forth to put away props and tidy the room. Kylo Ren jumped out of West's body but didn't stop acting. He quickly and quietly marched to his dressing room. As soon as the door closed behind him, he rushed to remove the suffocating tie. He had barely finished removing his cuff links when someone knocked on his door.

A light yet firm voice spoke, "Kylo Ren hope you're decent because I'm coming in." He rolled his eyes, figuratively obviously. In came his producer Phasma closely followed by his favorite person, Hux.

"Well Ladies, what do I owe this gracious visit," Kylo quipped keeping his stoic mask plastered on.

"Cut the crap Ren. We have some news or well she does," Hux gestured at Phasma, who stood with perfect posture, almost dwarfing the both of them.

"As Director Hux has stated, I have some news for you Kylo Ren," She informed. "A very acclaimed journalist Rey-," She paused and looked down at her clipboard, "hmm no last name. Very well just Rey will be shadowing you-"

"What!" Ren practically shouted, "This is unprecedented. I never agreed to this-"

"No, you didn't," Hux interjected, "But our mutual boss, Executive Director Snoke has requested that get some more positive PR."

Kylo Ren opened his mouth but then quickly closed it. He didn't give a damn what Hux wanted of him but this came directly from the horse's mouth. If Snoke has issued this, then he has no choice but to comply. Besides, Snoke's guidance has gotten him this far, this must be for the greater good, he reasoned. "Fine, tell me the details," He finally conceded, crossing his arms to glare at both of them.

Unfazed, Phasma continued, "Well, she has been contracted to shadow you in and outside of work for a period of 6 months. This way she will have a better grasp at how to spin this article and you can, hopefully, build up a better PR with the public."

Kylo clenched his arm tightly and retorted, "Some hotshot journalist will be following me around like some crazy stalker for six months, even when I'm not working."

"Technically, as an actor you are always working. The public needs to receive you well if this show is going get any attention," Phasma conjectured.

He sighed and simply stared at the both of them. Phasma stood, unmoving waiting for his response. Hux, as always, was just annoyed to even be there. He gave a quick nod that seemed to signal agreement. Hux was out the door by the time Ren had given his consent and Phasma began to do the same. "When is she coming?" He asked, his voice wavering slightly. "Tomorrow," was all Phasma gave him as she shut the door to his dressing room behind her.