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place.”
    “Croswell, the perfume peels skin off. Fix it, or your job will be someone else’s.”
    “What do you mean, peels skin off?”
    “It burns. Didn’t you test this stuff?”
    “Yes, of course, we did.” Chris took the bottle back. “On wrists and behind the ears. No problem.”
    “Well, it’s a problem other places.”
    “What other places?”
    “Just fix it,” Emily snapped.
    He shook his head. “You need to relax. Dump the twelfth floor and come out to dinner with me tonight.” He leered. “You can show me the other places.”
    “You won’t be eating dinner, Croswell. You will be fixing the sizzle in that bottle.”
    “Oh, come on, Emily,” he said, and then stopped, chilled by the look in her eye.
    “I am not without power here,” she said coldly. “Do you believe I can have you fired?”
    He thought about it. “Yes.”
    “Do you believe I will have you fired if you do not fix that perfume and if you do not stop harassing me?”
    He looked at her eyes. “Yes.”
    “Then I suggest you get to work,” she said, then left, slamming the door behind her.
    Jane followed her into the office when she got back.
    “What did he do now?”
    “Could I get somebody fired for harassment?”
    “Richard?” Jane was shocked.
    “No!” Emily said, outraged. “Of course not! It’s that idiot Croswell.”
    “Thousands would cheer.” Jane sat down.
    “Do I have that kind of power here?”
    “Sure. Especially if Richard found out.”
    “I don’t want him doing my dirty work.”
    “What did Croswell do?”
    “Nothing he hasn’t been doing for the past two years. I just finally broke today. I was so mad. I’m still so mad.”
    “I can tell. Do you think he’ll stop?”
    Emily thought about it. “Yes. He knows I’m serious, and he believes I can get rid of him.”
    “You can. George’s bluster notwithstanding, the company doesn’t want to lose you.”
    “It’s nice to know I’m valued.”
    “You’re not.” Jane crossed her legs and looked confident. “They just know that if you go, I go, and then who’s going to run this place?”
    “True.” Emily sat down. “Has advertising got the bottle prototype yet?”
    “Should have it by tomorrow.” The phone rang and Jane moved to pick it up.
    Emily stared out her window, and thought about how outraged she’d felt when Jane suggested that Richard was harassing her. He would never do that. He might not listen, but he would never deliberately use their personal relationship against her at the office. He had morals. He had ethics. He had—
    “Laura’s on one,” Jane said, and Emily picked up the phone.
    “What have you got?” she asked.
    “Two possibilities. One’s a sure thing—big stars, big promotion, everything. It’s a glitzy caper movie, lots of designer labels, but very classy.”
    “Sounds like we could get lost in the labels. What’s the other one?”
    “This is a real gamble.” Laura paused. “There’s this kid from UCLA, shooting his first film. It’s about these two business types who become sexually obsessed with each other. And there is a scene where the woman gets dressed that would be perfect for the product.”
    “Not if no one ever sees the movie.” Emily swung around in her chair to stare out the window. “How much for the big one?”
    “You’re not going to like this,” Laura said, and named the figure.
    “The whole damn movie couldn’t have cost that much,” Emily protested.
    “Actually for these guys, it’s chicken feed. Do you want me to negotiate?”
    “No.” Emily swung back to her desk. “They’ve put a watchdog on me here. I’d never get away with spending anywhere near that much. Tell me more about this kid.”
    “I’ll do better than that. I’ll send you some scenes from the film. He really needs the money, so he’s cooperating. They’re shooting the scene where she gets dressed next week, so if you like the film, get a bottle of that stuff out here fast.”
    “What’s