After the meeting, Ms. Jane specifically asked for Yvonne’s contact information and told her to wait for news.
Once Ms. Jane had left, Yvonne and Sandra both let out a sigh of relief.
“Ms. Jane never casts based on connections or popularity,” Sandra said. “She only cares about whether an actor’s look and presence fit the character. She was clearly impressed with you. I think that role is as good as yours.”
“Of course. Who wouldn’t be impressed with me?” Yvonne said, feigning arrogance.
“Don’t get cocky. You should spend less time joking and more time honing your craft. Ms. Jane’s projects are all major productions. If your acting is terrible, you’ll get crucified by the public.”
Sandra playfully poked Yvonne’s forehead. “I’m going to the restroom, then I’ll take you home.”
“Okay, I’ll wait here.”
As Sandra headed down the hall, Yvonne stood waiting. She happened to glance up and saw Marina emerging from a private room.
Marina was wearing a sexy, short slip dress that showed off her long, pale legs.
“Marina!” Yvonne called out with a smile, walking toward her.
“Yvonne? What are you doing here?” Marina looked startled, not pleased, to see her.
“Sandra and I were meeting with Ms. Jane. What about you?”


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