The Chorus Girl?

"Christine Daaé?"
The incredulous tone rang out sharp long the corridor, disbelief and uncontained mirth animating it. She turned, remembering Meg's earlier words about maintaining her anonymity or running the risk of being swept along on the current scandal.
"Monsieur Firmin" she greeted the manager warmly as he took her hand briefly in his own, despite regretting the meeting instantly.
She noticed how old he looked and surmised that the seemingly endless stresses of the last couple of years had finally taken their toll on the man before her.  She admired his strength of character for not abandoning what had seemed to be a sinking ship.
"What a strange twist of fate, mademoiselle, or is it Madame these days?" he smiled, and raised an eyebrow in a knowing gesture that both angered and embarrassed Christine.
"No, no, I'm not married" Christine reeled in discomfort at his logical assumption. She'd turned her back on this life for Raoul, wreaked havoc before running away without a backward glance, and still hadn't married him!
Firmin, after a momentary look of disbelief mingled with certain contempt dismissed the awkward moment, steering her towards the office he shared with Andre. She was vital part of the plan he was concocting as they walked, he could never have expected her untimely arrival to be such a blessing in disguise.

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"Monsieur, what did you mean a moment ago, about a twist of fate, why is that so?" Christine enquired, playing innocent and secretly praying that he wouldn't implore her to become involved in proceedings regarding the body they had found in the cellars.
"I'm afraid there has been an incident, Mademoiselle". He paused, as though for dramatic effect before resuming...
"It would appear that our old friend O.G, who we assumed long dead has resurfaced" his expression became grave as he watched her intently, as if expecting her to flee from the room and out of his grasp forever.
"Monsieur?" still she feigned ignorance.
"We've had a number of small problems here since you left Christine, structural problems, rock falls in the cellars," he explained, suddenly stopping, giving her chance to say something. Still she remained silent.
"We thought we'd cured the problem, but only days ago it happened again, at the cost of a human life I'm somewhat sad to say", Andre resumed the speech, which Christine was beginning to wonder whether they'd rehearsed previously.
"And you think O.G is behind this?" Christine adopted the ridiculous title, barely managing to let it pass her lips without a peal of laughter following.
"Not at all, no, on the contrary it would appear that he was flesh and blood after all. It's him we've found" he was cold and unfeeling, which Christine didn't criticise. How could anyone imagine what feelings she harboured for the man in the mask who'd terrorized the theatre and claimed innocent lives himself?
"Forgive me, but I don't see how this affects me?" Clutching at straws Christine still wouldn't resign herself to the inevitable.
The Manager paused, as though searching for the right words in such a delicate situation.
"Well, mademoiselle, you seemed to have spent considerable time in his company, that is to say, you'd know him if you saw him again, whereas everyone else here can only surmise that he did die down in the cellars. I wonder if you could possibly identify the b..., Him, so that this chapter can be closed forever?

Christine was filled with an all consuming numbness, the only thought crossing her mind being that at least he'd managed not to say 'body'.
The resounding air of such a word was too final to be considered, as was the grisly task the two men before her were asking her to perform.
But how could she realistically refuse?