tardiness, because he was a stickler for punctuality. Lindsay swallowed at hearing Jim say, âIt will make up for all the times thatâs happened at the other end of the day.â
It was true that Lindsay often stayed at her desk after closing time, but no mention had been made of this before, and she glowed at being appreciated. âI didnât think youâd noticed.â
âI notice a lot of things I donât comment on. Come in, will you?â
âIâll be right there.â
But the step that took her into his office was less enthusiastic than her voice. Lindsay knew that Jim Bourne would want to know all about the previous night, and she wasnât looking forward to relating even the bit she could tell him.
âWonât be a minute,â Jim said, not looking up from his scribbling. She had never known anyone who could write with his speed. At the same time he waved his hand to indicate that she should sit down.
When he looked up, his eyes couldnât decide what emotion to express. She saw dry humor, annoyance, wonder and exasperation. âBarbara Bates, Nick Farradayâs secretary, has just been on the phone.â
âOh, you know, then?â That was one hurdle over, at least.
âShe said you had to report this morning for tests. Miss Bates gives very little away, but the way your presence is demanded says all.â
âI donât know why Nick Farraday picked me to promote his new product. Itâs utterly ridiculous. When I woke up this morning I was hoping Iâd dreamed it.â
âNo dream, and it could be a nightmare for me, having to replace you.â
âI told Nick Farraday that I wasnât interested, and that I wouldnât show up for the tests.â
âYou
what?
â
âYou donât have to bellow at me,â Lindsay said softly.
âI didnât think Iâd heard right. No one in his right mind turns Nick Farraday down.â
Lindsay could have said that that was true. She
hadnât
been in her right mind since meeting Nick Farraday. Instead she said firmly, â
I
did.â
âMuch good itâs done you. A car is coming for you inââ he checked his watchââjust under half an hour.â
âDo I have to go?â
She was thinking of the implied threat Nick Farraday had made, and something of this recollection altered her voice. Jim Bourne picked up on it. For the first time in their acquaintance, his earthy-brown eyes, symbolic for her of what the good earth stood for, a stability which you could trust to never let you down, did not quite meet hers. âThat guy wields a lot of power, Lindsay.â
âI know, but . . .â
âWhat have you got against him? And donât say nothing, or that you dislike his type on principle, because itâs obvious that itâs something more, something pretty deep-rooted which is going to ruin the chance of a lifetime if youâre fool enough to let it. Do you know what youâd be passing up? The last time they went to town this way was to launch the Delmar Woman line.â
Delmar Woman, in its attractive aquamarine packaging, included an array of cosmetics and toiletries that could be found on almost every fashionable womanâs bathroom shelf, including Lindsayâs. Introduced with tremendous fanfare, the line had been an instant success, and sales had risen steadily over the years until it had eclipsed its fiercest rivals in popularity.
âThe budget will run into millions of pounds. The coverage will be worldwide. Paris would be at your feet. Rome would romanticize your name. I know youâve always had a hankering to go to Hawaii, because youâve told me so. Well that, and many other glamor spots youâd never have dreamed of seeing, will be within your reach.â
âYouâre wasting your breath, Jim. The icing on the cake doesnât seem as sweet when you consider the inedible bits
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