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“What do you mean she’s not good for this role?” I asked, barely stopping myself from shouting at the director. “The moment she started acting, it felt like she was made for this part. And she’s tall too, just like you wanted.”

Paul leaned back in his chair and shook his head slowly. “I can’t say it with certainty. I just didn’t like her. Not once did she look me or anyone else in the eye. That’s not the sign of a good actor.”

Samuel Rivers, the studio executive sitting in on the casting, had been unusually quiet all day. He sat at the edge of the long table, fingers steepled, watching us like he was observing a tennis match. Since he didn’t seem eager to jump in, I decided to speak for Daryl.

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