bewilderment, but he couldn't think of anything to say. Suddenly she pivoted and rushed from the room. The door didn't exactly slam behind her, but there was no doubt about its being closed. Marc slumped into the chair at his desk and stared forlornly after her. For a time, it was quiet in the office until Toffee rose from the chair and crossed to a mirror at the opposite side of the room. Suddenly she turned to Marc. "Stop that daydreaming," she commanded. "You're making me fade." Marc glanced up. Toffee had suddenly turned quite pale. "I forgot to tell you," she said earnestly. "It isn't just that I disappear when you sleep, I also fade when you daydream. Please stay awake." Marc stared at her in fascination and his expression became quite thoughtful.

A door at the back of the room opened cautiously and Julie's face appeared in the opening. "The models are here for the Sheer Hosiery ad.," she announced. "I'll be right out, Julie." Marc swung out of the chair and toward the door. He turned back to Toffee. "I'll be back in a moment, don't leave the office." As Marc entered the hall, he saw Julie going into her office next door. "Julie!" he called. "Yes, Mr. Pillsworth?" She turned to him, and for a moment Marc couldn't remember what he had started to say. "Would you help me choose a model, please?" he asked finally. Julie nodded and, together, they crossed to the "Audition" room. "Raise your skirts, please," said Julie as they entered. Quickly, the girls formed a line and did as they were told. Instantly, Marc's eye was caught by a black skirt at the end of the line, being lifted unnecessarily high. He leaped quickly and caught it just in time. "Stop that and get out of here," he hissed. "Not on your life," murmured Toffee acidly. "Any time you go around looking at legs, you'll look at mine--understand?" "Can't I make you understand that this is a business office?" "What a business!" Toffee glanced significantly at the line of shapely legs. "Get out of here!" Marc glanced furtively at Julie. "I'll make you a deal," replied Toffee sweetly. "Anything!" "If you'll take me to the swankiest night club in town tonight, I'll leave with, or without, a struggle--however you want it." "Yes, yes, anything," said Marc quickly. He took her by the arm and led her past the line of girls. At the door, he turned back to Julie. "Will you select one and dismiss the others?" "Of course." Julie kept her eyes on the models. Quickly, she chose one of the girls, gave her the address of the photographer and sent the others away. After they had gone, she crossed to the window and stared intently at the city below her. She didn't move for several minutes. Presently, she turned and left the room. Julie wasn't the kind for crying.

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