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I leave Aaron to cough and splutter. I stride down the corridor, straight to the director's office at the opposite end. There's a laminated paper sign hung on the door that says Audition in Progress. Do Not Disturb. I hear muted screams from behind the door.
I try the handle. It opens. As I walk into an office with a desk, a black leather casting couch and a video camera on a tripod, I find Guy Meddles pawing at Naomi. He has a wild island of receding brown hair and a face like a pig.
Naomi scoops her handbag off the casting couch and backs away from the guy.
Meddles grins like a maniac and grabs at her dress. "Don't play hard to get, baby."
She kicks Meddles in the balls. He doubles over but seems to enjoy it. The girl makes a beeline for the door.
"Hey," I say, reaching out to g
