Suddenly, just as Carolyn seemed to be about to offer her a job, a male voice interrupted them.

"Are you Mindy?" The male voice said.

Mindy looked up, startled; her head in a strange wonderland that was swirling inside her. "Um, yes... yes, I am."

"Sorry I'm so late," the very good looking man said, "Shooting went longer than expected."

"On what?" Carolyn asked, her hand still on the young prey's leg, her fingers now inching under the dress.

The man looked at Carolyn and said, "I'm directing a pilot for NBC."

"Very nice," Carolyn smiled, playing nice, even as she tried to keep Mindy reeled in. She could sense...