Crystal 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 Amy Fowler joined her. 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?��
Crystal 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?��
Crystal: ��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 Davis, and I am the only one in our school to apply but not receive notice. Professor Davis is very embarrassed. He said that you are nice, though, and that if I ask you kindly, you might tell me what I did wrong so that I can improve and do better in the future.��