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Rose was rifling through her stack of papers - not least to discourage the young woman standing in front of her. She was another hopeful, looking to find stardom or at least the glamour of Hollywood. Oh, dear; now she had broken out into song. Rose tried not to laugh as she looked up and delivered the final blow: "I'm sorry but I don't think you're right for the Auerbach theatrical agency.".
When the girl had - albeit tearfully - finally left, Rose collected the files she had organized earlier. Then she very carefully shut the front door and turned over the sign on the door which now indicated that the agency was closed. A look through the window reassured her that the weather would probably continue to be sunny and hot - not a single stray cloud in sight. She smiled. It was another fine day in Los Angeles, another day of perfect surfing weather.
Humming to herself, she made her way to the filing cabinets. Without looking, she opened the secret passage way. On her way through the office she was greeted warmly by some of the agents. She tried not to look too smug as she noticed the new kind of respect towards her; instead, she waved at them and replied cheerily. And just when she thought her day could not get any better -
she knocked on the door of Chief Sousa's office and bustled in without waiting for a reply. "I'll just leave the files here for you", she announced and at last looked up. Peggy Carter and Daniel Sousa were staring at her in absolute terror while trying to disentangle themselves from each other. She left quickly. But, when she was home that night, she allowed herself to drink a toast to them, to their future. Finally, she thought.