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It had only been a few hours before I heard the landline ring, running over to it and pulling it up to my ear.

No, it was not cordless. I barely even used it, so I didn’t really care to get a more modern version. Don’t look at me like that.

“Get down to the foyer.” I heard Sutton say, before he presumably hung up.

The problem with living in an apartment was that anyone could buzz you by looking you up in the little panel beside the door. I was used to Bea buzzing me and telling me to let her in, but I was severely unprepared to hear that silky, posh voice instead.

I paused to look at myself in the mirror, flipping my braid over my shoulder. It didn’t make sense to me why I was being so self-conscious, but I was too busy locking my door and heading to the elevators to think about it.

He was in his black trench coat again, turning to look at me with the blazing fires of hell in his eyes.

“Have you seen this?” he asked incredulously, waving what I could tell was a cast list.

“Yeah.” I replied, sighing, “Sorry I let you down, after you spent all of that time and effort-”

Raphael cut me off.

“You didn’t let anyone down! You surpassed every expectation they had of you, and they – they went and cast Vera, of all people...”

When he trailed off, I felt my eyes widen in shock.

“Please tell me you didn’t just say they cast Vera.”

A look of understanding passed over his features and he sighed.

“I did, I’m afraid. Word on the street is that Reginald Price has been seen in a shiny new Cadillac.”

“You don’t mean..?”

“I do. Vera’s notorious for trying to compensate for her lack of talent with her money. And to think it actually worked-! I’m going to go have a word with that lowlife-”

I cut him off.

“No. If Vera used a back door then that’s her problem, but I don’t want a leg up. I don’t want you pulling strings for me.”

He looked at me with surprise.

“You couldn’t possibly-”

“Promise me, Raphael. Promise me you’re not going to use your influence or money to move me forward.”

Sutton opened and closed his mouth before replying.

“Very well. But you should know that the casting was nowhere near fair to you. Your audition put the others to shame, and you deserved no less than to be Odette.”

I shrugged, trying to hide my disappointment.

“We don’t always get what we deserve, do we?”

For a split-second I saw something unrecognizable flashing through his eyes but it quickly disappeared.

“I suppose you’re right, Abromovich. But, if you change your mind-”

“I won’t.”

“-if you do, let me know.”

He handed me a card and gave a small nod in farewell, before turning on his heel and leaving the building.

“Finally got his number, huh?” the secretary commented, making me roll my eyes.

The End

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