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real trouble between Sam and him. Provided Sam and him are actually a couple, of course, which they are not. Even then –
    His cellphone vibrates. He eases it out of his pocket and frowns.
    It’s his penthouse alarm. It is going off. Barring any glitches, this means someone – impossibly – has broken in.

8
     
    Sam is extremely stoked as she weaves through the superbly-dressed opera crowd to the bar, where Henry Moody and his wife are standing, ordering drinks. Her feet grind to a halt as her nerves suddenly bolt up her spine. She has never, ever done this before. She has never solicited business in this manner.
    What if Henry Moody laughs in her face? What if he shoots her down? Chases her away like some door-to-door Avon saleslady?
    He’s not going to let you get near him with a ten-foot pole anyway, so you’ve got nothing to lose.
    Except your job.
    She straightens her back. It’s either she braves herself up for rejection . . . or lose her new apartment.
    She taps her way to Henry Moody, clutching her gold lame purse. I look like a million bucks , she assures herself.
    “Mr. Moody?” she says, her voice faltering a little.
    Henry Moody turns. He is a man in his seventies – frail, a little stooped, mousy-haired and bespectacled. But the blue eyes that peer at her from behind them are intense and bright.
    “Yes?” he says.
    Butterflies swarm in Sam’s stomach. Especially when Mrs. Moody gives her a look of ‘how dare you interrupt my husband on a Saturday?’ dislike.
    “I’m Samantha Fox.” She puts out a be-ringed hand.
    He takes it, clearly charmed. Sam is somewhat surprised. She doesn’t have enough confidence yet in her own feminine wiles to gauge if she will instantly make an impact.
    “Henry, darling, shouldn’t we be going in for Act Three?” Mrs. Moody says pointedly.
    Sam says in a rush, “We’ve met before at a charity benefit.”
    Henry frowns in puzzlement. “Forgive me, but I can’t remember . . . and I would certainly have remembered such a pretty young thing as yourself.”
    “Henry,” chides his wife.
    “I’ve got one of those really unmemorable faces.” Sam laughs. Oh gawd. She sucks so badly at this. “I was with Landry and Sons, but they have been taken over recently by Sapphire. We’ve just launched our latest product, the A677, which is guaranteed to make the old model, the CG506, look like last century’s invention. And at half the price too.”
    Henry Moody looks genuinely interested. “I’ve been using the CG506 in all my factories.”
    “I know. If you would permit me – ”
    “Henry, we really have got to go in.” Mrs. Moody firmly grasps his elbow.
    Sam hurriedly fishes out her card. “If you would permit me to make an appointment with you at your office, I would be more than happy to show you how I can save you hundreds of thousands of dollars at double the efficiency.”
    She’s so glad she has her one-sentence, elevator selling spiel rehearsed to the doldrums.
    “Of course.” Henry Moody trails after his insistent wife with a twinkle in his eye. “Make an appointment with my PA on Monday.”
    A rush of exhilaration floods Sam’s cheeks. “It would be my pleasure, sir.”
    Oh, oh, oh. She can’t wait to tell Brian.
    But where is he? She catches sight of Cassie and Caleb with their martinis in one corner, huddling in intimate conversation. They are a real couple in every sense of the word . . . and she and Brian are –
    Well . . .
    Don’t lose sleep over this.
    She tries to look for Brian amid the crowd, but she can’t spot him anywhere. And she’s sure he would stand out too, being as tall as he is.
    She makes a beeline for Cassie and Caleb.
    “Caleb, have you seen Brian?”
    “I just got this text message from him.” Caleb holds his phone up.
    Sam takes it and reads the display:
    SOMETHING CAME UP, AND IT’S NOT MY DICK. GOTTA RUSH. SEE SAM HOME SAFELY, WILL YA?
    Frowning, she checks her own cellphone, which has been put on