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made in this giddy little city that didn't have his signature, somewhere along the way. Daniel Grant; the man who makes the Sun shine , or so said the Vogue piece about him.
    She stares into me with wide, impatient, and impetuous eyes, waiting for me to dish the dirt on my auspicious audition. It's now that I realize that I should feel great about all of this; I mean, for one morning, at least, I had the ear of the richest man in Los Angeles. And, not to mention, his wandering, lustful eyes for a good five minutes. I'm sure if I'd been a little more assertive, I could have gotten any role I desired. But I don't feel great, rueful, or even disappointed in my ascension to Hollywood heaven. I just want one thing: to know why he'd leave me naked and frustrated like that.
    "Carissa," I begin, mindfully obscuring the naked parts of my version of events, before a whole different thing entirely pops into my head; "how did you know I met with Daniel Grant?"
    In her effervescently innocent way, she points to the house-phone, nestled between a delicate arrangement of trash on the coffee table.
    "Voicemail."
    Voicemail? Why don't I ever fucking give my mobile number out on my portfolio, rather than the fucking house-phone! I snatch it from the table, and under the giddy eyes of my sister, replay the message he left.
    "Hi Miss Everett," it begins, in that strangely chimeric monotone I've had bouncing around my head all afternoon. He breathes deeply, and for a second, I'm transported back to that white room, my eyes closed, and his hot breath on my neck. My heart races and I feel a twinge of something ever-so-slightly naughty between my legs. "I just wanted to say that after our meeting this morning, I have a role in mind for you after all. Let me know if you're interested."
    And with the curious way he emphasized interested , he hung up. Holy fuck, a role !?
    "My sister, the big Hollywood starlet," Carissa sings with relish, as I sit frozen upon the couch. "You'll still visit me, won't you? When you get that mansion next to Jack Nicholson's place?"
    I barely hear her; I'm too wrapped up in my own little world. I can't help but replay that entire message in my mind, over and over. A role in mind for me ? He speaks so tempered, never letting his voice rise an octave, yet makes everything he says sound so sly. Maybe I'm reading too much into it. Maybe I distrust him a little too much after this morning's frivolities. But then again, something doesn't seem - well - right .
    "So come on," she whines in my ear, jolting me from my day-dreaming trance. "What's he like?"
    I pause for a moment, before ripping the phone from its charger, and springing up from the couch, leaving a very disappointed and audibly dissatisfied Carissa yelling in my wake. Back to my room; back to my own world. I'm going to call him. I'm going to get that role. And for the first time in my life, I'm going to go into this so-called role with no preparation, no lump in my throat, no colony of butterflies in my stomach, and no nerves. I'm going to be me: Chloe Everett.
    Ring ring
    I've barely gotten into my room and closed the door behind me before I hit redial. Who am I kidding? My hand trembles even as I call him, clutching the phone perilously close to my ear, and screwing my eyes shut, unwilling to allow any part of this cruel world to interrupt me right now.
    Ring ring
    I'm back in that bright, white room. I can feel the warm air against my naked skin. I feel his breath exciting the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end, and I feel the wet twinge of dampness between my legs, as I fidget around on the spot.
    "Hello, this is Daniel."
    That voice ; I come tumbling back to Earth with a bang and a shudder, and after a moment's brief hesitation, finally make myself heard.
    "Hi, Daniel; Mr. Grant, hi."
    Fuck , why didn't I decide what I was going to call him before I'd made the call? Speaking of which, I really, really don't know what to fucking say next.
    "Miss Everett,