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very angry Vic Molina.
    â€œIf you have something to say, say it back here!” Marcy told him over her shoulder. “I don’t want to be embarrassed in front of hundreds of people!”
    â€œAll right,” Vic said, oblivious to Nancy, Jack, and the other stagehands. “I will. Every time a pretty girl bid for that date with me, you totally ignored her!”
    â€œYou’re being ridiculous,” Marcy said. “I just called out the bids I saw. Now, why don’t you go out there and have dinner like everyone else?”
    â€œWhat’s the matter? Are you jealous?” The producer’s dark eyes were fixed on Marcy’s face. “You don’t want me, but you don’t want anyone else to have me either, is that it?”
    â€œWhat’s the big deal, Vic?” Marcy asked. “This is just a silly auction. Don’t you think you’re blowing it all out of proportion?”
    â€œI’ll show you proportion!” Vic said, grabbing an old stool and smashing it against the wall.
    â€œVic!” Marcy said, her hands flying to her cheeks.
    Nancy stepped back, making sure she was out of the producer’s path. What a violent temper, she thought. Glancing over at Jack Cole, she saw his hands ball into fists, ready to join the fight. Luckily, he didn’t get the chance.
    Vic stormed away. At the ballroom door, he turned back to Marcy and muttered something Nancy couldn’t make out.
    As soon as he left, Marcy turned to Nancy and Jack. “I have to get back onstage,” she said. “It’s time to auction off the date with Samantha.”
    Nancy went into the ballroom as Marcy returned to the stage. But first she noticed Jack staring after Marcy with a hard look on his face.
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    When the event was over, Marcy’s limousine dropped off Susan, Nancy, and George at Susan’s house. “I didn’t want to say anything in front of Marcy,” Susan said as they entered the building, “but I couldn’t believe how much Vic Molina bid for that date with Samantha Savage!”
    â€œHe sure helped the benefit. It was thebiggest single contribution of the night,” George said.
    â€œI loved when the kids from the hospital sang,” Nancy said as Susan fished her key from her handbag. “They were so cute.”
    â€œHey, would you two like to go out for some dessert?” Susan asked suddenly.
    â€œHow can you think about dessert after that dinner?” George asked.
    â€œTrue,” Susan said, opening the door and leading her friends inside. “I just wanted to show off my neighborhood. It’s really the best. But it is kind of late.”
    â€œAnd I have a lot of work to do tomorrow,” Nancy said, following Susan up the stairs.
    Susan unlocked the door of the apartment and flicked on the light so they could enter.
    â€œI’ll help open up the bed,” Nancy said, walking over to the futon and unhooking one end.
    â€œWhat’s tomorrow’s show about, Susan?” George asked, getting her nightgown from her suitcase.
    â€œParents and teens who don’t speak to one another,” Susan answered.
    â€œSounds intense,” George said. “What will you be doing?”
    â€œI’ll stay with the guests before the show—keep them comfortable, get them soft drinks—stuff like that,” Susan explained, sitting on theedge of the futon. Then, changing the subject, she asked, “Who do you think is doing all these awful things to Marcy?”
    â€œOrdinarily, I’d say it would have to be someone at the studio,” Nancy said. “But with those missing pages from the security log, I’m not sure. So far, it seems to me that the two people with the most against Marcy are Vic Molina and Samantha Savage. Neither of them works at Stern Productions.”
    â€œSpeaking of people with something against Marcy,” George said, “Karen