Another shit.

After three grueling weeks of filming, the project was finally wrapped up. As everyone prepared to go their separate ways, there was a flurry of activity on set.

"Hey, let's get a group shot!" Jennifer called out, waving her phone.

Lucas grinned, "Yeah, come on, everyone crowd in!"

They squeezed together, crew members jostling for position. Michel, the director, found himself sandwiched between Lucas and Jennifer.

"Don't forget Jack!" someone shouted, and the dog was promptly scooped up and held in front of the group.

"Cheese!" they all yelled as Jennifer snapped the selfie.

After the group photos, Lucas made his way to the extras, chatting and taking pictures.

"Mr. Knight, could I get your autograph?" a young extra asked shyly.

"Of course," Lucas smiled, "And please, call me Lucas."

As he signed autographs and posed for more photos, Lucas felt a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. The project had been intense, but looking around at the smiling faces, he knew it had been worth it.

"Thanks for everything, guys," he called out to the extras. "You all made this film something special."

There were cheers and applause as the day wound down, everyone savoring these last moments together before returning to their regular lives.

---

After the wrap party, Lucas and Jennifer headed to her newly purchased home. As they walked through the door, Jennifer spread her arms wide. "Welcome to my humble abode," she said with a grin.

Lucas whistled, looking around. "Damn, Jen. This place is nice."

Jennifer turned to him, a curious look on her face. "You know, with all that money you're making from your apps - Uber's blowing up, right? And that Vine thing is getting big too - shouldn't you be, like, rolling in it? Why aren't you splurging on a mansion or fancy cars or something?"

Lucas shrugged, a half-smile on his face. "What's the point? I'm barely home with this schedule, and cars? They'd just sit there collecting dust."

Jennifer considered this for a moment. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. But come on, you must have plans for all that cash. Besides the charity stuff, what are you gonna do with it?"

Lucas's smile widened. "Reinvest, mostly. Grow the pile, help more people. You know, the boring stuff."

Jennifer stared at him, shaking her head in disbelief. "Sometimes I forget how... different you are, Lucas. Most guys would be living it up."

"Well," Lucas chuckled, "I've never been most guys, have I?"

"No kidding," Jennifer said, shaking her head in disbelief. "You're like some kind of saint or something."

Lucas laughed outright at that. "Trust me, I'm no saint. Just trying to do some good while I can."

Jennifer looked at Lucas, her expression curious. "Seriously, in all the time we've been together, you're like some kind of saint. Even when we argue, I've never seen you completely lose it."

Lucas just smiled, shrugging slightly. "I've been mad and out of character sometimes. But most of the time, I just don't need to be angry."

Jennifer shook her head, a mix of admiration and disbelief on her face. "You're unreal, you know that? Sometimes I wonder if you're even human."

She stood up, stretching. "Anyway, I'm gonna whip up some coffee. You want some?"

Lucas nodded, "Yeah, thanks."

As Jennifer headed to the kitchen, Lucas flicked on the TV, switching to a news channel. The usual stories scrolled by - politics, weather, celebrity gossip.

Suddenly, a story about Harvey Weinstein's allegations caught his attention. His expression turned serious, eyes focused intently on the screen.

Jennifer returned with two mugs, noticing the change in Lucas's demeanor. She glanced at the TV. "This is still going on? It's almost the end of March."

Lucas nodded, his jaw tight. "Yeah, but the allegations are getting fewer."

Lucas's eyes remained fixed on the screen, his jaw clenched. He knew the only reason he had a chance to go after Harvey was because of the incident in that LA hotel. But now, with allegations dwindling, it seemed the girls were being silenced or bought off.

The news shifted to a live interview with Harvey Weinstein. Jennifer settled beside Lucas, her expression serious. She couldn't help but think that if it weren't for Lucas, she might have been one of Harvey's victims too.

Suddenly, Harvey's words shocked everyone watching. "These allegations are nothing but a smear campaign," he said, his voice dripping with indignation. "In fact, I have reason to believe that Lucas Knight is behind this, paying these girls to frame me. It's disgraceful."

Jennifer turned to Lucas, her eyes wide with surprise and concern.

Lucas chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "He's lying through his teeth. I'm not paying anyone to frame him. I'm just helping these victims get the justice they deserve."

Jennifer bit her lip, worry etched on her face. "Lucas, maybe you should stay out of this. It's getting dangerous. He's targeting you now."

Lucas shook his head firmly. "I can't do that. You're a woman too. You must understand how important this is. We can't let him get away with this."

Jennifer sighed, torn between concern for Lucas and admiration for his determination. "I get it, I do. But promise me you'll be careful. This guy's powerful, and he's not afraid to play dirty."

Lucas nodded, his expression resolute. "I promise. But I won't back down. Someone has to stand up to guys like him."

As soon as Harvey's interview ended, Lucas's phone started buzzing non-stop. The accusations against him, a star with a pristine image, had caught everyone off guard.

Four minutes after the interview, Lucas's phone rang. He glanced at the screen and saw Neil's name.

"Hey, Neil," Lucas answered, his voice calm despite the storm brewing around him.

"Lucas, what the hell is going on?" Neil's voice was tense. "Tell me Harvey's lying. Tell me you're not mixed up in this mess."

Lucas sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "He is lying, Neil. I'm not paying anyone. I'm just helping the victims."

"Goddammit, Lucas!" Neil exploded. "Why didn't you tell me about this before? Why am I hearing about it from Harvey fucking Weinstein on live TV?"

"Look, Neil," Lucas said, his patience wearing thin, "I don't need to run every single thing by you. This was something I needed to do."

"You don't understand, kid. This could blow up in your face. Your career-"

Lucas cut him off. "My career? We're talking about women being abused here, Neil. That's more important than my image."

Neil's frustration was palpable through the phone. "Lucas, you're not thinking this through-"

"No, what we need is to stand up for what's right," Lucas interrupted. "Look, I gotta go. We'll talk later."

Without waiting for a response, Lucas ended the call. He looked at Jennifer, who had been watching the conversation with concern.

"This is going to get messy, isn't it?" she asked softly.

Lucas nodded. "Yeah, it probably will. But it's the right thing to do."

Lucas's phone buzzed again. Neil's name flashed on the screen, followed quickly by Vincent's. With a sigh, he picked up Vincent's call.

"Lucas, what the hell were you thinking?" Vincent's voice crackled through the speaker.

"Not you too, Vincent," Lucas groaned.

"This is serious, kid. We need to get ahead of this, we need to-"

Lucas cut him off. "No, what we need is to do the right thing. I'm done talking about this."

He hung up, tossing the phone onto the couch. "Fuck!" he muttered. "What's wrong with these people? It's like money and career ate their fucking brains. Have they forgotten what's right?"

Jennifer watched him, her eyebrows raised. "Well, would you look at that," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Looks like this is one of those rare moments that actually gets under your skin."

Lucas turned to her, his anger dissipating slightly. He let out a wry chuckle. "Yeah, I guess so. We were just talking about how I rarely lose it, and here we are."

Jennifer moved closer, putting a hand on his arm. "You okay?"

Lucas took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Yeah, I will be. It's just... frustrating, you know? I'm trying to do something good here, and all they can think about is damage control."

"Welcome to Hollywood," Jennifer said with a sad smile. "But hey, at least you're still fighting the good fight. That's more than most people can say."

Lucas nodded, feeling some of the tension leave his body. "Yeah, you're right."

***

The news of Harvey's accusation spread like wildfire. News channels scrambled to cover the story, and social media exploded with theories and opinions.

One user tweeted: "Harvey's lying. Lucas is too good for that kind of crap. #TeamLucas"

Another replied: "But why would Harvey name Lucas specifically? Something's fishy here..."

The court of public opinion was divided, with many supporting Lucas but others wondering if there was more to the story.

Meanwhile, in his plush office at Warner Bros., Vince Knight leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the TV. He scoffed, muttering to himself, "What's that boy gotten himself into now?"

His assistant poked her head in. "Sir, should we release a statement about Lucas?"

Vince waved her off. "Why should I care what that ungrateful brat does? Our relationship's been dead for years."

But as he watched Harvey's interview replay, a spark of interest flickered in his eyes. "Actually," he said slowly, "get me everything you can on this situation. Maybe it's time to see what my son's really made of."

His assistant nodded, closing the door behind her. Vince turned back to the TV, curiosity in his expression. For the first time in years, Lucas had managed to capture his full attention.