PARA || Interview Etiquette
As it stood, Marley had no choice but to “locate” Supergirl for the scheduled interview the following afternoon. She and Jake had laid out the plan that evening after work: Jake would call out sick first thing in the morning, and Marley would arrive to CatCo as usual. However, come shortly before 2 PM – the time of the interview – she would make the switch with Henshaw – he would morph into Marley, and Marley would arrive on the scene as Supergirl. Jake would arrive, too, with his face completely covered by his cowl so that no one would be able to even have the chance to recognize him, either. They would be good sports and sit in on the forty-five minute live-stream, answering questions together before Cat dismissed them. If they were lucky, a crime would interrupt the interview and force them to leave early.
By 1:45 that afternoon, Marley excused herself to use the ladies room – instead of using the ladies room, though, she boarded the elevator and made her way to the top floor, the floor in which the studio was located for the well-advertised interview. Before entering the studio, Marley ducked into a ladies room so that she could change out of her summer dress and into the full-on Supergirl suit. Once her attire was in place, she texted Henshaw: Let me know when you’ve made it to my desk. Cat is probably looking for you.
Walking into the studio, Marley kept her phone close by as producers and assistants greeted her with enthusiasm. “Supergirl!”One of them beamed, looking utterly starstruck, “Cat will be here shortly. Can I get you anything, water or coffee?”
“No, thank you,” Marley replied politely, slightly taken aback by the celebrity treatment – this was her first televised interview, and although she was considered a star by New York’s standards, she hadn’t been quite used to others’ behavior in this way. “Could you tell me where Patriot is right now?”
“His dressing room,” the assistant replied, “It’s just the last door on the right,” he tilted his head in the direction.
“Great, thank you,” Marley smiled, heading off towards the destination. The door was closed – for good reason, Marley surmised – she knocked on it twice, but didn’t wait for Jake to respond before letting herself in and closing the door.
“Okay,” she sighed, leaning against the door, “Henshaw should be downstairs preparing Miss Grant for the interview and I’m ninety-nine percent certain no one saw me take the elevator up here, so we’re safe for now.”
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