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paid the driver, and then climbed the two flights of stairs somewhat

nervously. An excited nervousness!
She came to a door bearing the sign ‘Tchoweski Inc.—Casting

Directors’, knocked, and then went inside to find herself in a small
reception area. In complete contrast to the dingy hall in which the first

audition was held, this place had a smart, modern feel to it and an air
of professionalism.

I must be the first to arrive—at least, there’s no one else around. Or
am I late? She checked her watch in some concern. Thank goodness. I’m

a couple of minutes early.
“Ah, Ms Starr.” Rachel jumped. She didn’t notice an office door to

her right opening or the casting director standing in the doorway. He
was much bigger than she remembered, but of course he was sitting at

the earlier audition.
“Please. Come on through.”

“Hello, Mr Tchoweski.” Rachel recovered her composure and
went into his office. No one else was there either. “Am I early? The

others not here yet?”
“Others?” her companion echoed as he closed the door,

momentarily turning his back to her. “What others?”
“I thought you were seeing all of those on the shortlist.”

“Ah, that’s correct. But one at a time, Ms Starr, one at a time.
There are just three of you. You’re the first. I’m seeing the others next

week.”
“Oh. Right.” This was not what Rachel was expecting. “Right,”

she repeated, quieter.
Tchoweski sat himself behind a large mahogany desk, facing a

wall upon which was mounted a long horizontal mirror, with what

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