Next steps with Nicole

Amara hastily gathered her scattered clothes and bolted from your office, the door slamming behind her with a resounding finality.

As the echoes faded, you and Nicole exchanged amused glances and began to chuckle at Amara’s theatrics.

“These girls are getting more clueless by the day,” Nicole remarked, shaking her head. “Back in my time, we knew there was no escaping our fate—so we made the most of it.”

You nodded, a bittersweet wave of nostalgia washing over you.

Nicole’s voice cut through the jovial mood. “We’ve got more auditions this afternoon—five minor roles to fill—then tomorrow we move on to the leads. The execs want fresh faces; they’re not shelling out big contracts for this one.”

Right now, though, you’ve got a meeting with…