The TV studio wasn’t as large as I expected. I’d been thinking about movie sound stages. This room was crammed with people, equipment and thick black cables snaking over the floor.

“Mind where you step,” said Sallyanne. “Follow me.”

Following her was my main skill at this point. We walked past men moving equipment (yes, they were all male). I thought I saw a fake set of bookshelves in the corner, but my view was blocked by two guys shifting massive black cases with metal corners. In the opposite corner were a few plastic chairs, a water-cooler, and a table with bagels on a plastic plate. A tall man with brown floppy hair and rimless glasses turned from the table and held out his hand to shake mine. “Hi, Nina. I’m Richard.”

“Hi.” I’d no...

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