How Did It End?

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"Knock-knock,"
came a girl's call as her hands rhythmically tapped against the solid wood door
of a spacious bedroom,
situated in the opulent neighborhood of Beverly Hills.

Inside the room was Spencer Swift, our protagonist, lounging comfortably on his bed. Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing a girl with striking black hair cascading down her shoulders, sporting a pair of stylish heels and dressed in her finest attire. She gracefully entered the room and approached Spencer.

                                                             "Wake up, Spencer-pants!
                            Your macchiato coffee is ready, and your to-do list for today
                             includes the long-awaited interview with Vogue magazine.
       Anna Wintour will be there, so I've already picked out your best outfit for the occasion!"

                             "Spencer-pants? Really? Not even my mum called me that!
                                         Casey, could you hand me my coffee, please?
                                      I need a pick-me-up before facing this interview.
    It's the day I've been waiting for since Vogue sent me the invitation. Feels like forever!"

Casey responds with a nod of understanding and excitement,
                                          "I know that, and I'm really excited for you.
                    Your suit is hung right there, take all the time you need to get ready.
                   I'll wait for you in the hall. The driver is already here and ready to go."

After a few minutes, Spencer returns to the hall, now dressed in the suit that Casey had prepared for him.
He takes a moment to look at himself in the mirror, feeling a mix of anticipation and confidence.           
                                                             "Alright, I'm all set,"

Casey, noticing Spencer's readiness, nods in approval.
                     "Looking sharp, if i may say so. Let's get going, the driver is waiting."
With that, they head towards the main door, ready to embark on the journey to the Vogue interview.

Driving through the bustling streets of Los Angeles, the car eventually reaches the destination: the iconic address of the Vogue offices.
Spencer gazes out the window, the imposing building signaling the importance of the day. He takes another deep breath, steeling himself, as the car comes to a halt.

As they step out of the car, Spencer is surprised to see a throng of paparazzi outside the building, their cameras at the ready.
He turns to Casey, a mix of surprise and concern in his eyes.
"Did you tell someone we were coming today?
There's a crowd of paparazzi out here!"

Casey looks equally surprised and slightly flustered, but tries to play it cool.
"Of course not, I guess someone must have tipped them off.
But don't worry, just act natural, smile and wave. You got this!

The paparazzi outside start to swarm the car, taking pictures and shouting questions, but the security team quickly creates a path for Spencer and Casey to walk through.

As they walk into the building, Casey looks at Spencer and says,
                                                          "Are you ready for this?"
                                                               "I'm always ready."     

A friendly staff member escorts them to a stylish but intimate room.
The place is adorned with images from different fashion shoots,
each one a snapshot of the history of the iconic magazine.

Anna Wintour is already sitting at the table, waiting for them patiently.
She looks up as they enter the room and gives a slight nod of acknowledgment.

Spencer speaks:             "She's got some serious power vibes, right?"

Casey glances at Anna and back at Spencer, lowering her voice.
"Absolutely. She's 'The devil wears Prada' in real life.
But hey, she's a fashion legend for a reason."

Anna Wintour, the editorial director of Vogue, speaks up in her signature icy tone.
                          "Good morning, Spencer. Thank you for coming in today."

The atmosphere is intense, but the room is filled with the faint hum of anticipation.
She gestures for him to take a seat across from her.