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money, as opposed to someone dressing younger than their age.
     
    “ Stop staring at me like that!”
     
    “ Sorry. I was only thinking how beautiful you are.”
     
    “ Right back at ya, Dylan,” she said sincerely.
     
    At five foot eleven, his soft features gave him an impish look. White-blonde, medium length hair, his style combined with his formal fashion had Susan wondering why he worked behind the scenes. His looks were perfect for the stage. She took in the tight black trousers and tighter black shirt, rolled up to his elbows. It was as if his clothes were one size too small. The effect accentuated every aspect of his stocky, but strong, physique.
     
    “ How is it you're not opposite me on stage?” she took hold of a hand to spin him for a full twirl of his compact, defined frame.
     
    “ Inability to sing, dance or act.”
     
    “ Oh I remember now,” she laughed. “Regretfully your talents are best suited off stage.”
     
    “ My talent is recognizing a talent. Then I skim money from their earnings to make a salary for myself.”
     
    “ Don't knock it,” said Susan. “If it wasn't for you I'd have never got my feet on the professional ladder of this industry. I think of some of the other people you work on behalf of it and it's amazing what you've done. People love the artists you represent. Discovering them and promoting them engenders happiness from the fans. That's a cool contribution derived from your efforts. I'm proud of your work and more proud to be represented by you.”
     
    Susan always knew how to say the right thing and mean it. Dylan felt his ego inflating.
     
    “ How is it you manage to stay grounded, Susan-Marie Thompson?”
     
    “ I chose my friends wisely. You'd never let me get a big head. It's not like I will ever forget my humble beginnings.”
     
    An awkward silence opened. They never discussed school much, least of all her experiences there.
     
    “ How are things with your dad?” asked Dylan, recovering the affable atmosphere.
     
    “ As expected. Contented I'm working and pursuing my goals. Insistent I do it his way. I foolishly thought he might meet me at the airport. I've not seen him for three years, but he was a no-show. I've no idea why I was disappointed. He's never led me to expect any change in his behavioral patterns”
     
    “ Coming home is hard?”
     
    “ Yes.”
     
    “ Because you feel unloved by him not bothering to journey to the airport to welcome you back?”
     
    “ I can't be unfair. I know he loves me in his own way. It's just not an easy way to accept. He thinks if you're in a production you stick with it, work with it and it must become your whole life. Because I'm over here with a show he sees himself as surplus to requirement. If I'm honest, he thinks my wanting to visit him is an excuse for me to avoid my commitments to the show. When I turned up, I thought he was going to go straight for my jugular.”
     
    “ I didn't realize it was that bad.”
     
    Susan spun her chair to take in the view of Broadway from the serviced offices Dylan rented. Clean, modern, simple and conventional, it suited Dylan's needs. His necessities only encompassed a desk, laptop, phone and spare seat or two for the artists he represented. It wouldn't be cheap renting here though. The technological facilities were modern and first-rate. The fittings were on the ordinary side. Though the furniture was new, it was made of an indeterminate wood. The wooden desk and shelves were complimented by black office chairs. Had it not been for the posters he'd set up, mostly of her Broadway appearances, it would've been drab. It was the partially panoramic view of Broadway that would hike up the costs he had would pay for leasing the tiny office.
     
    “ It wasn't great. He was contented to hear I'm 'living' with the London component of the cast.”
     
    “ As in Callum rented somewhere nearby to your apartment,” clarified Dylan.
     
    “ He did.”
     
    “ Is he