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forward and opened the second door.
    “Yeah, you are. I’m sorry.”
    She held the door and glanced back at him. He looked straight at her. She’d be in his blurry blob range. The only way to betray herself was with her voice, she needed to school it to be cool. “What do you have to be sorry for?”
    “I’m not sure, but something tells me it’s the right thing to do.”
    “The only thing we have to do is get four hours of your voice down.” She went through the door and it closed behind her. He didn’t step through. She opened it again. He hadn’t moved. “Sorry, I…” He could’ve opened the door. He’d deliberately waited.
    “Georgia, I am sorry I was too familiar with you. It won’t happen again.” He’d wanted the privacy. He had no way of knowing how many people were on the other side of the door.
    “Come through and let’s get started.”
    “Yes, let’s start again.” He put his hand out, shake ready. She looked at it; she didn’t want to take it but she couldn’t leave him hanging there like that. “Georgia?”
    She put her hand in his and let him control the shake.
    “I’m Damon Donovan. You might know me as the voice of Captain Vox. I like burnt fig, honeycomb and caramel ice-cream, parasailing and long slow walks on the beach.” He held her hand steady. “Your turn.”
    She sighed so he’d hear it. “I’m Georgia Fairweather, nice to meet you.”
    He laughed. He might’ve been annoyed she wouldn’t play, but he laughed. He still had her hand and she’d have to make a thing of it to pull it out of his grip.
    “Things to know about me. I tell bad jokes. Cats creep me out. I love music and books. I grew up in a small country town. I think Google is making us dumb, Facebook killed friendship and selfies are the beginning of the end of civilisation. Also I don’t understand adult colouring books. Your turn.”
    “Um. We need to start.” She needed him in another room, separated from her by thick glass.
    He opened his hand and released her. “We just did.”
    He didn’t say anything more than was functional as she set him up on the iso booth. He had a new tablet and an earpiece he wanted to try out. A program that would read him the text he’d then voice for the recording. He was working on a way to eliminate the need to read text in any point size. Ah, so that’s why he’d taken on this job. He was using it to experiment with his process.
    She went into the control room and air became easier to breathe. He was standing at the lectern. She got feedback. His tablet.
    “Damon is there wifi on your tablet? I’m getting feedback.”
    His hands moved. The interrupting signal stopped. “Better?”
    She put her thumb up then grunted and turned the movement into a face palm. “Perfect. When you’re ready.”
    “I need one thing.”
    She looked up from the panel. “Yes.”
    “Tell me one thing about you. One thing and I’ll give you the next four hours without interruption.”
    One thing, what could one thing matter? She sighed. “I lived in London.”
    “One thing I don’t already know.”
    “You should be specific about the rules.”
    “Rules are made for—”
    “You don’t want people to know you’re blind.” Well hey there, that was professional. She put her head down on the edge of the panel, a slider poked her eyebrow.
    “Not true, but I’m not my choroideremia either.”
    She sat upright and looked at him. Mortification was a sensation a lot like nausea and revelation tasted like blood. Hamish was the fight, the injury that thwarted his ambition, and Georgia was his martyr.
    “I’m sorry.”
    “No need to be, but you have to tell me two things now.”
    Two things that would tell him nothing; a small price for her insensitivity. “I’m an only child and my parents are dead.”
    He was quiet, but his expression changed, he dropped his chin and frowned, and she knew she’d told him the wrong things. He’d expected eye colour or favourite food. He’d