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  "Now that I have," he continued doggedly, "I'll admit that I still can't figure the woman out—at least not completely. I've already talked to each of you separately. Now I'm hoping that by bringing all of us together we can resolve some of the contradictions that keep bothering me. Perhaps each of us has a part of the puzzle, and now we can fit them all together. Tony, for the time being I'm going to address myself only to Nick, Mary and Jim. I'd like you not to comment until the end."

  Tony's black eyes narrowed with impatience, but he clamped his mouth shut and sat back on one of the green sofas.

  "Now then," Jack said, directing his attention to Nick, Jim and Mary. "All three of you have told me that you believe Lauren Danner applied for a job here because she wanted to spy on us for Philip Whitworth. And all three of you have indicated that she was an extremely intelligent young woman with superior typing and shorthand skills. Right?"

  Mary and Jim said yes. Nick nodded curtly.

  "Then the next question I would ask is, why would an intelligent, skilled secretary fail every single clerical test she was given and claim that she had never been to college when in fact she has a master's degree from a university, which tells us she's a gifted pianist?" When everyone remained silent, he continued, "And why would an intelligent, educated woman who wants a job so that she can spy, do one of the silliest damned things I've ever seen—write on her application under positions desired the jobs of president and personnel manager?"

  Jack looked around at the withdrawn expressions, of his audience. "The obvious answer is that she did not want to get the job. In fact, she did everything in her power to make certain she wouldn't be offered one, didn't she?" No one answered and he sighed, "As I understand it, she was on her way back to her car from the interview when she met Nick, who interceded on her behalf that same night. The next day Jim interviewed her, and in a complete about-face, Miss Danner decided to work for Sinco and accepted Jim's job offer. Why?"

  Jim leaned his head back against the sofa. "I've already told you and Nick what Lauren told me. She said she met Nick that night, and she accepted the job because she wanted to work near him. She said she thought he was an ordinary engineer who worked for Global."

  "And you believed her?" Jack asked.

  "Why wouldn't I?" Jim sighed disgustedly. "I saw her crying when she found out who he really was. I'm the same idiot who also believed that Whitworth was a relative of hers, and that even though he had asked her to spy on us, she wouldn't do it."

  "Actually," Jack said, his mouth twisting with grim amusement, "Whitworth is her relative. I checked it out, and according to the Whitworth family tree, which was traced about thirteen years ago and recorded in a book used mostly by society snobs, the Danners are seventh or eighth cousins of the Whitworths."

  The uncontrollable spurt of joy that Nick experienced was instantly quashed. Cousins or not, Lauren was still his stepfather's mistress.

  "I understand," Jack said, massaging his temple as if he had a headache, "that Miss Danner did not request to be assigned to you, Nick. In fact, I understand from Weatherby that she was adamantly opposed to the idea."

  "She was," Nick gritted. He couldn't stand much more of this. Talking about her was twisting his gut into knots.

  "If she truly wanted to spy for Whitworth," Jack persisted, "why would she argue against being assigned to you, when working for you would have given her much better access to confidential information?"

  Nick picked up a file on his desk and began reading it. "She didn't want to work for me because we'd quarreled about a personal matter." She didn't want to sleep with me, Nick added silently.

  "That doesn't make sense," Jack said firmly. "If you'd quarreled, she should have relished the opportunity to retaliate by coming up here and spying on you."

  "Nothing about that girl makes sense," Mary said hesitantly. "When I told her about Nick's mother, she turned as white as a—"

  "I don't have the time for this!" Nick cut in curtly. "I'm leaving for Chicago. Jack, I can clear this up in a few sentences. Lauren Danner came to Sinco to spy. She's Whitworth's mistress. She is a consummate liar and a magnificent actress."

  Tony opened his mouth to argue, and Nick said in a low, thunderous voice, "Don't defend her to me, dammit! She let me introduce her to my own mother and stepfather! She stood there letting me make an ass of myself by introducing her to her accomplices, one of whom is her lover! She betrayed all of us; not just me. She told Whitworth about Rossi and had Whitworth's people swarming all over Casano looking for him. She provided bidding information to Whitworth that is going to cost Sinco a fortune in profits. She—"

  "She wasn't Whitworth's mistress," Jack interrupted when Tony leaped to his feet to protest. "I know that's what my investigator told you, but the truth is that, although Whitworth does own the apartment, he only visited her there once, on the night she arrived, for perhaps thirty minutes."

  "My stepfather's age must be impairing his—"

  "You stop talking about Laurie like this!" Tony spat out furiously. "I—"

  "Save your breath, Tony," Nick snapped.

  "I got plenty of breath to spare, and now I'm going to have my say! Dominic and I heard what Whitworth said to her the day they had lunch at my place. Laurie told him right off that you and her were getting married, and she told him that she was going to tell you she was related to him. As soon as she said that, Whitworth started talking about how you might think she was his mistress and that you might think she told him about this Casano. Laurie got upset and told him she didn't say nothing about Casano, and she wasn't his mistress. Then she asked him right out if he was trying to blackmail her. He said he was bargaining with her. He said he'd keep quiet if she would give him information—"

  "Which she did," Nick snapped. "Within an hour! She did it because she intended to keep right on lying to me until Whitworth finally put us out of business."

  "No!" Tony shouted. "She told him she would die before she'd do anything to hurt you. She—"

  Nick's hand slammed down on the desk as he surged to his feet. "She's a treacherous bitch and she's a liar. That's all I need to know. Now all of you get out of here!"

  "I'm going!" Tony almost shouted, stomping across the office. "But there's one more thing you need to know. What you did to her hurt her worse than I've ever seen anybody hurt. You threw her out with no coat, no money, no nothing, and does she call Whitworth? No, she walks eight blocks in the cold and rain to collapse in my arms. So I'm tellin' you now—" Tony drew himself up to his most impressive height and slapped his hat on his head "—from now on you're off my list, Nick. If you wanna eat in my restaurant, you better bring Laurie with you!"

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  "Mr. Sinclair." The secretary in Chicago bent down beside Nick, her voice lowered to a whisper to avoid disturbing the seven other major U.S. industrialists seated around the conference table discussing the final details of an international trade agreement. "I'm sorry to disturb you, sir, but there's a Mr. James Williams on the phone for you…"

  Nick nodded and slid his chair back. Seven men glanced up and looked at him with irritated accusation. Except in matters of extreme emergency, none of them was taking calls. During the last meeting and now this one, only Nick had received an urgent call, and the last time the meeting had to be aborted and rescheduled because he had abruptly walked out on them.

  Nick strode from the conference room, gripped by the memory of the last time Jim's call had interrupted him in this meeting. That time Jim had fabricated some silly damned excuse for calling, so that he could say that Lauren had resigned. "Yes, what is it?" Nick said, angry at the memory of her, angry at the pain that thinking of her always evoked.

  "There's quite a celebration going on over in the engineering department," Jim began, his voice hesitant and confused. "Nick, even though Lauren gave Whitworth copies of our four bids, we have just been awarded two of the four contracts. The low bidders on the other two contracts still haven't been