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Doris was led into a large office and offered a seat and a coffee. She accepted the drink with thanks, and it wasn't long before she was joined by Amy Fowler. The woman chuckled as she sat down. "I heard you put the fear of God in our receptionist," she said. "Good for you. Now, what can I do for you?" Doris leaned back in her chair, folded her legs, and relaxed. "I signed up to audition for the Assistant Host position," she said. "But I wasn't contacted about the written test." Amy: "It sounds like you were disqualified. Why are you wasting my time?" Doris: "That may be true, but I doubt it. And I don't think that I'm wasting your time either. I am a student of Professor Gates, and I am the only one in our school to apply but not receive notice. Professor Gates is very embarrassed. H