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dra at her place at the top of the table, but he said
nothing, just quickly took the first seat on her left.
Three more lab-coated professionals followed: a
blonde woman who looked more like a TV soap-
opera version of a doctor than most of the actual
ones Audra had met, then a gray-haired older man
with a tough action-hero physique, and last, a
stocky, barrel-chested black man whose shaved
dome of a head instantly reminded her of Art. All of
the white-coated figures looked familiar . . . but it
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was the black man who locked eyes with Audra in a
protracted stare, as if he could see through to her
skeleton.
She didnโt have time to explore that feeling, how-
ever, because following the white-coated figures was
a whole crew of others. A rangy, muscular woman
wearing the kind of crop top that only a woman
with a flat six-pack of a stomach could carry off
swept in, fussing with a straight mass of shoulder-
length black hair. She was followed by another trim
woman, her short, gray hair worn close to her head,
who seemed more interested in the sheaf of white
paper in her hand than her fellow human beings in
the room. Two more women followed her: a petite
brunette woman wearing a pair of expensive-looking
eyeglasses and a sober blue suit who smiled at Au-
dra as she took a seat by Shamiyah on the left side of
the table, and a Hispanic-looking woman with a
mass of henna-colored hair streaming down her
back. She carried a thick clipboard jammed with pa-
per and was talking a mile a minute to someone be-
hind her. That โsomeoneโ turned out to be not just a
single person but an army of young-looking men
and women holding devices of all kinds. Two black
professional cameras rested on the shoulders of two
of the men, while two others carried some kind of
sound devices that looked like sophisticated ampli-
fiers. A set of young women carried what appeared
to be microphones dangling from a couple of long
silver poles. To her surprise, there were several
younger men holding nothing at all, and what ap-
peared to be a small army of young women holding
little black boxes Audra did not recognize until they
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plopped themselves in front of each of the white-
coated figures and proceeded to open them, reveal-
ing a bigger collection of makeup, makeup brushes
and makeup paraphernalia than Audra had ever
seen outside a department store in her life.
โShamiyah!โ The Latina shouted the name, an
edge in her voice that made Audra jump in surprise.
The woman sounded like a furious drill instructor
on a bad hair day. Shamiyah popped to her feet like
an automated soldier, an expression of out-and-out
fear on her face that didnโt jibe with her earlier
confidence.
โYes, Camilla?โ
โI thought I told you to arrange the chairs so that
the cameras can get the entire panel at onceโโ
โI tried butโโ
โI donโt want to hear that! I want to see the chairs
arranged so the camera can pick up the entire panel
at once!โ Camilla nearly shouted, snapping her fin-
gers with impatience.
โButโโ Shamiyah began again until Camilla shot
her a withering look. Shamiyah folded her lips.
โThatโs my fault,โ the black-haired doctor said
mildly, rising. โI asked if we could hold this meet-
ing here because my schedule is so tight . . . but the
tableโs not long enough for us to get that kind of
shot, Camilla. Do you think we can figure out an-
other way to get what you need?โ His eyes flickered
around the room again. โI see youโve got two cam-
eras, so, maybe we can station one guy at each end
of the room andโโ
โThanks, Alan. Iโm sure weโll figure something
out,โ Camilla gave him a warm enough smile, shot
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Shamiyah another evil glance, then addressed the
production crew. โMaybe if we can station cameras
at both ends of the room?โ She offered, repeating the
good doctorโs suggestion verbatim. โDonโt worry
about the images on the TV, we can edit them in
later. And for the most part, letโs not worry about
shooting the subject. If we use this footage at all, it
will be for the segment when the panel of experts
discusses the necessary changes, so what she says
wonโt matterโโ
โCamilla!โ Shamiyah hissed, jerking her head to-
ward Audra.
Camilla stared blankly at her like she had no idea
what Shamiyahโs problem might be.
โUh . . . this is Audra Marks,โ she offered in a
prompting sort of tone as if to remind the woman
that her โsubjectโ had a name.
Audra prepared her face for greeting . . . but the
woman never even turned in her direction.
โI know who she is,โ Camilla said, taking the first
seat on Audraโs right and leaning back to allow a
young makeup artist with blue dye spiking her hair
to do her thing. โWeโll tape an introduction when
she arrives for surgery,โ she muttered as the girl dot-
ted and dabbed and swiped colors over her face.
โThatโs supposed to be our first meeting, and itโll be
more authentic that way.โ
โButโโ
Camilla waved her fingers in impatient dismissal.
โSheโs just here for us to look at today,โ she snapped.
โIf she doesnโt agree to the proposal, weโre not go-
ing to take her anyway, soโโ
โSo, the sooner we get on with the discussion
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process, the better for all involved,โ interrupted a
sonorous male voice.
The entire table seem to turn as a group toward
the speaker. Audra knew without having heard it
before that the voice belonged to the black doctor.
โYouโre absolutely right, Dr. Jamison,โ Camilla
said, using her deferential tone again. She shoved
the makeup girl aside and tossed her mane of
thick hair again before opening her notebook. She
snapped her fingers, shooing the makeup crew out
of the room, and summoning Shamiyah to her side
in a single gesture. Taking her cue, Shamiyah pro-
ceeded to dole out several small folders to the men
and women seated around the table as though she
were the secretary, and not a producer in her own
right. Audra watched in confusion, feeling once
again that nagging uncertainty, but she kept her
mouth shut.
โI trust youโve all had a chance
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