As he sat in the back seat of the car, Leo pulled an amulet into the correct place around his neck, carefully removing a link of chain which had got caught in the threads of his scarf. It wasn't a real emerald, a fact which he knew because he had made it himself as a model for the transformation item of a magical warrior in a film he worked on. The film had only made a small cult following but he wouldn't complain about work and it was a nice amulet. Taking it wasn't the most professional move but the property manager didn't mind. Conversely, the scarf was, in his opinion, the most hideous shade of coral he had ever seen but it was the work of a good friend and he felt bad about not wearing it. He picked his phone out of his jacket pocket, the bulky obsidian-coloured mobile being another gift from a friend, albeit a practical one. His text messages and missed calls were full of possible jobs which would never pass a "maybe" and lunch offers from former child stars and desperate journalists trying to get information on projects he had completed which were still partially hidden from the public. The costume designer sighed and thanked the fact that he didn't have any urgent commitments as the traffic stretched out in front of him.