They met in a bar.
He was definitely charming. He explained that he was a talent scout for a film company and was always on the lookout for good-looking women that could be auditioned at his agency’s studio. After a couple of drinks and small talk, they had a long discussion about her current work, where she was brought up and what ambitions she might have about entering the movie industry. In the main, she was as honest as she could be about herself, without giving him too much by way of private information. She took his card, which was certainly impressive. It said that he was the senior partner of a talent scouting and auditioning agency, with offices around the country. She said she would take the time to consider whether she was up to making such a major move in her life and give him a call in the next day or two. He seemed to be happy with that and agreed to the idea that for the time being he would only make a note of her mobile phone number.
She left the bar well before closing time and drove to her flat. It had been a busy day in the office, apart from the meeting with the scout. She was tired and determined not to turn in too late. After catching up with a televised news recording and making a light supper, she washed up and tidied, before getting some shut-eye.
It was around then that her doorbell rang. Probably because of her tiredness, she opened the door without hesitation.
It was him; the scout. He stood there grinning with a bottle of wine held up. He explained that he had to visit another of their agency offices and wouldn’t be around to arrange an audition for her. He suggested that they could do it tonight before he left. With that, he pushed passed her into the flat.
He soon found a couple of glasses and proceeded to pour the drinks while she stood rather dazed. It had all happened so fast. She was asking herself why she had let him in, in fact, why did she even answer the door? She really must be exhausted. Now, here he is, she thought, turning up uninvited, pouring drinks.
He was definitely a charmer. He was offering her the world, wasn’t he? It was so good of him, and so selfless to come calling at this time of night, wasn’t it? She didn’t think so. She was getting even more tired… tired of him!
Presumably, nobody knew he was there… or why.
He approached, holding out a full glass. She took it while he brushed passed her and went out onto the balcony, complimenting her as he did, on the splendid night view she had from twenty-two stories up.
She knew the bushes down below at the back of the tower would probably mean a silent landing, although fatal.
She took a sip of wine, pushed him off the balcony and went to bed.