Spontaneous, almost savage, applause. The reporter had Charley pan back, getting the crowd's reaction. She wasn't sure the rep would let all their faces be shown on the ten o'clock news, but she wanted the film in the can, just in case.
She wanted Charley to get the woman walking to
the back of the room, but when he panned back, she was gone.
The reporter and her cameraman looked for the gorgeous stranger for ten minutes, with zero luck.
Gone.
Shit.
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