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Jeremy hadn't really slept the last few nights and the 12 oz coffee had in his hand was straight espresso. He had to admit that moving, bartending, and being cast in a show made him a bit queazy but that could also be the espresso.

He arrived at the building in plenty of time but as he approached the receptionist she looked at him as if he had wandered in off the streets. "Jeremy Evans. I'm here for the table reading." He watched her look down a ledger before pointing him towards the elevator.

"Third floor. The conference room at the end of the hall."

Jeremy toasted his coffee on his way to the elevator.

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