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Spago onSaturday. Not to mention the Golden Globes. God, I wish I had her body and that dress. Wow.” Rachel took a bite of salad. “Mmm. Their reps wouldn’t comment on their relationship. You know what that means?”
    Maybe it was lunch. That’s right. He’d asked her to lunch sometime right before Rachel had appeared. Probably a thing he did with all new employees. It wasn’t like she was special in some way.
    “Natalie. Natalie!”
    “What?” She focused on Rachel’s eyes. Rachel’s eyebrows were raised and she stared at Natalie like she was from outer space.
    “Where are you?”
    “What do you mean? I’m right here. With you. Having lunch.” Natalie glanced down at her plate, surprised to find it still full.
    “No, you weren’t. You were in la-la land.” Rachel speared a cherry tomato with her fork. “Besides, you didn’t answer my question.”
    Natalie sifted through the last bits of conversation she’d heard. Something about Alexis and Chase? You know what that means? “What does it mean?”
    “It means that Alexis and Chase are on again. That’s the way of the world, you know. They break up, and then after their next big movie, they get back together and finally get married. Maybe have a kid, if it’s fashionable at the time. Then have a messy divorce where they swear they’ll stay friends for the children.”
    “So, Alexis and Chase are an item again?” Natalie ignored the knot in her chest.
    “Of course. But they won’t say anything about it for a month or so.”
    “Oh.” She tamped down the disappointment that rose tothe surface. She knew she’d been dreaming, but… Okay, so she’d hoped a little of his attention had been because of that spark in his eyes. Not that she was any good at reading men, but maybe, just maybe someone like Chase for two seconds thought of someone like her.
    She stabbed her fork into a pile of lettuce and shoved the whole thing in her mouth. It tasted bitter.
     
    Uh-oh . Natalie reread the numbers and double-checked the signatures. Uh-oh . She picked up the expense report on top of the other stack and lined up the signatures again. Not good.
    “I’m heading out.”
    She snapped the papers together and leaned over her stacks as Martin walked out of his office. Wide-eyed, she tried to keep her face neutral and forced a slight smile.
    His eyes narrowed slightly. “Is there anything you need?”
    “Of course not. Why would there be anything I need? I’m good. I’m real good.” Stop babbling! Clamping her lips together, she smiled tightly again.
    “Fine.” He tucked a newspaper under his arm and narrowed his eyes on her again. “How’s the audit going?”
    Realizing she was hovering over her work like a protective mother, she stiffly leaned back in her chair. Every night he asked the same thing and she was beginning to understand why. “Fine, I’m almost done with this stack and then I’ve got those over there to go through, but everything looks fine. Just fine.”
    “Well, as long as you finish by Monday. Chase and Robert want a full report.” He locked his office door. “Have a good night.”
    He disappeared down the hall. She breathed a sigh of relief. Glancing left and right down the hallway to ensureno one was watching, she picked up the last document she’d been working on.
    After working through tons of documents with Martin Morrison’s signature and handwriting, she was confident she recognized his writing. Paul Alan, an extra, had similar handwriting and had been paid in cash per Mr. Morrison’s instructions.
    So had another extra, Jan Robbins. The handwriting is what caught her attention. Both Jan and Paul had eerily similar handwriting, and it bore a strong resemblance to Mr. Morrison’s.
    She needed to know how cash payments were handled. Glancing over her shoulder at the closed door, she knew she couldn’t ask Mr. Morrison even if he were here. If he were guilty of fraud, he’d know she was onto him, and she’d get fired. If