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abriella had been spending so much time in recent weeks in the editing suite of her old film school that treading the school’s halls no longer felt like a surreal trip back in time. Still, knocking on Doug’s office right now, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this nervous to be here — probably on the day of her interview to get into the school.
She was about to throw it all away.
Doug was sitting at his desk, brow furrowed as he hunched over his computer screen, but he sat up when he saw her. “Gabriella! What are you doing here? I thought you finished all the editing.”
She sat down in the chair across from him and clutched the arm rests. “I needed to talk to you about the documentary and I thought it best to speak in person.”
