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    SUBJECT : RE: IT
    Hi Dominic,
    Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I don’t know how that can have happened. Perhaps a typo that came up as a swear word by mistake? I’ll be extra vigilant from now on. Apologies again.
    Yours
    Poppy Penfold
    RealiTV
    Because we really don’t give a shit about making quality drama

    TO : < [email protected] >
    FROM : < [email protected] >
    SUBJECT : RE: RE: IT
    Poppy
    I don’t think your new signature is very appropriate.
    Please amend before sending any more emails…
    Dominic Green
    Office Manager
    RealiTV
    Because a real workforce makes real TV!
    (Because quality drama is too expensive…)

STEP 9 – VOLUNTEER ENTHUSIASTICALLY
    FROM : POPPY
    TO : NATALIE
    NAT, DON’T EMAIL MY WORK EMAIL, LINE NOT SAFE, BLOODY BUGGED OR SOMETHING, WILL EXPLAIN TONIGHT. NARROW ESCAPE ON POTENTIAL ALMIGHTY IT COCK UP. LUCKILY BOSS APPEARS TO HAVE SENSE OF HUMOUR… X P
    H ELEN, RHIDIAN AND I were all sitting in the post room having a tea break.
    â€˜So do we get any choice on which productions we’re sent on?’ Rhidian asked Helen.
    â€˜No, they’ll just send you wherever they’re short. I think the new series o’ Changing Grooms is startin’ up next week,’ said Helen. ‘Or Last Clan Standin’ is massive, so they always need extra runners on that.’
    Just as I was about to ask a question, James Ravenstone, one of the big-shot entertainment producers who worked upstairs, poked his head around the post room door. In his mid-thirties, James was referred to by everyone as JR. He was quite stocky with brown hair, deep-set eyes and three-week-old stubble. He was attractive in a shorter-more-modern-version-of-Poldark sort of way. He was the kind of man who slightlyintimidated me; he always looked serious and brooding when I saw him in the corridor. He wasn’t one for pleasantries.
    â€˜Right, runners, who’s free to help with an office run-through? I need two of you, it’ll be an hour, max,’ he said.
    â€˜James, you know how much I love bein’ a guinea pig in your evil games, but sadly someone ’as to keep the cogs of this corporation turnin’,’ said Helen, without looking up from her computer.
    â€˜What about these two, the new kids?’ JR pointed at us both. ‘Rhidian, isn’t it?’ JR said, shaking Rhidian’s hand. ‘I’m James. I’ve got a new quiz show idea I’m piloting and I need a couple of contestants to stand in. You up for it?’
    â€˜Absolutely,’ said Rhidian, jumping up in a flurry of keenness and taking the pen out of his mouth.
    â€˜You, you free?’ JR turned to me.
    Why did he know Rhidian’s name and not mine? We’d been here exactly the same amount of time!
    â€˜Poppy,’ I said, holding out my hand, but I was half hidden behind Rhidian so had to slowly retract it, hoping nobody had noticed.
    â€˜Helen?’ I looked to Helen to see if it was okay if we both went.
    â€˜Sure,’ said Helen. ‘David will be back in a bit, so we should be all right ’ere for an hour or so.’
    JR led us both down to the basement where there was a basic studio used for run-throughs, low-budget pilots and Christmas parties.
    â€˜Thanks for doing this, guys,’ said JR. ‘We had two contestants drop out at the last minute, so it’s great you’re up for it.’
    â€˜Can I just say, I loved the revival of all those old panel shows you did last year,’ Rhidian said.
    â€˜Oh, you saw those?’ JR looked impressed. ‘Yeah, it was a shame we couldn’t do more, they were really well received. They totally cut through demographic-wise.’
    Rhidian and JR started chatting away about shows JR had produced. How did Rhidian know so much about everything? I bet he’d been doing research on all the producers here, readyto suck up to them at the first opportunity. Damn, maybe I should