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somebody.”
    â€œToria, I think you were out in that sun too long down in Miami.” Catt got up and disappeared into the kitchen.
    â€œSo, what are you going to do about what’s his name—the chemist?” asked Toria loud enough for Catt to hear her.
    Catt returned with two sodas. “Who, Jamal?” She passed a soda to Toria and popped the can on hers. “I don’t know. Obviously, getting him fired isn’t the answer. I already tried that. I’m just going to sit back and wait for him to hang himself. He can’t go on fooling everyone forever.”
    Toria took a swig from her can. “Why are you so down on the brother? Maybe this dude really is what he says he is.”
    Catt shook her head. “I’m not letting my guard down for a minute. I have a bad feeling about him, and my instincts are never wrong about this stuff. I don’t trust him. Believe me when I tell you, girl, Jamal Ford is trouble with a capital T!”

Chapter 6
    For once, Catt didn’t indulge in her first cup of coffee in the solitude of her office. Instead, she opted to have it in the lobby of the building where everyone else usually gathered for office gossip and idle conversation before putting in a day’s work. She made this decision partially to avoid being alone in the lab with Jamal but mostly to find out what other people were saying about him. She wasn’t surprised to discover that most of the women in the office were already fawning over the charming new chemist.
    â€œI met your new partner,” mentioned Francine Tukes, one of the quality control chemists, as they huddled around the percolator. “It must be nice to be stuck in isolation with him all day.”
    Catt played it cool, not wanting to appear overly interested or too religious to notice when an attractive man had entered their midst. “He’s all right if you go for that conceited, Boris Kodjoe-wannabe type.”
    Francine eyed Catt incredulously. “Who doesn’t?”
    â€œYou must be talking about that oh-so-delicious Jamal Ford,” butt in the receptionist Michelle, from her desk. “He’s so charming and sexy.”
    Catt noticed that Michelle’s blouse was cut lower than usual, presumably to give Jamal an eyeful as soon as he walked into the building. “He’s seems a little arrogant to me,” admitted Catt.
    Francine appeared puzzled. “Everyone else says he’s so nice. I know I didn’t get that vibe from him when I met him.” She sipped her coffee. “Then again, I was only with him for about twenty seconds. You’re with him all day, so I guess you would know.”
    â€œWhat’s it like working with him, Catt?” asked Michelle, who was practically salivating.
    â€œYeah, Catt, tell us what it’s like working with him,” echoed a voice from behind. It was Jamal. Catt froze. “Good morning, ladies.”
    Michelle cleared her throat and sat upright, embarrassed by Jamal overhearing them. “Good morning, Mr. Ford.”
    â€œGood morning, Miss Billings,” he replied graciously. “Good morning to you too, Miss Tukes.”
    Francine glowed. “You remembered my name. How are you doing this fine day?”
    Jamal punched in their floor on the elevator dial. “Great. I’m looking forward to another productive day here at Telegenic.” He nodded to Catt. “What’s up, Catt?”
    â€œHello, Jamal.” They exchanged awkward, tense glances. The elevator finally opened up and invited him in. “Well, you beautiful women have a good day, and, Catt, I guess I’ll see you in the lab.”
    â€œI guess you will,” said Catt a little testily. It stung a bit that he was able to readily recall Michelle’s and Francine’s names but had forgotten hers two minutes after they met the day before.
    â€œHe is just as fine as he wants to be,” uttered Francine as the