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girl was purely professional.  Even his assistant could see through that story.
    There was a tap at the door and Sharon stuck her head back in.  “I just spoke with them again.  The girl contacted the agency after we left a message at her house,” she said.  “She plans to stop by their office on Thursday.  What do you want me to tell them?”
    “Let them gather all her particulars,” he said.  “They should be doing that anyway.  They’ll need that information for their database.”
    Sharon nodded.  “Then what?  I’m not sure they’ll pass her information on to you.”
    “Maybe not,” he said, giving it some thought.  “Tell them to give her my contact information.  Let them tell her that the owner of Davidoff Fashions would like to speak with her.”
    “Very well,” Sharon said with a smile.  “Consider it done.”
    But even after she’d gone back to her office, leaving him to soak up the good news, Reed could not rid himself of one worrying thought.
    As much as she intrigued him, why was he even bothering to track this girl down?  In his situation it wasn’t like anything could ever come of it.

CHAPTER FIVE
    “O h, shoot,” Golden mumbled under her breath.  She’d done it and there was no escaping the consequences.  She knew she shouldn’t have gone in but she’d been desperate and now she was paying the price.
    She’d gone to the agency office to collect the pay they’d called about and was surprised when she was told they had a message for her.  Frowning in confusion, she took the envelope from the woman but she did not open it until she got back to her car.  “Mr. Reed Davidoff of Davidoff Fashions requests that you contact him as soon as possible,” it read.  “Please see telephone number below.”  Her heart lurched.  Reed Davidoff, the owner of the company.  Dear Lord, she was in big trouble now.
    This could only mean one thing.  He was planning to have her head for destroying his show. She drew in her breath then let it out slowly.  What in the world was she going to do now?
    But deep down she knew.  Whether or not she was skewered and roasted by the great Reed Davidoff himself she would not duck out of this meeting.  She was at fault so she would go in and apologize and do whatever it took to make things right...not that there was much she could do.  The deed was done and the show was over.  But still, she had to try...
    That afternoon, as instructed, Golden called Reed Davidoff’s office, holding her breath while the phone rang.  She sagged in relief when she heard a woman’s voice on the other end of the line.
    The woman thanked her for calling then set up an appointment for her to come in to see Mr. Davidoff the very next day.
    “So soon?” Golden blurted out.  “I mean, I’m flexible.  I’m sure Mr. Davidoff is very busy.  I can come later this week or even next week if that’s better for him.”
    “No, no,” the woman said, dismissing her offer.  “Tomorrow is perfect.  Please be here by three.”  Then she hung up and that was that.
    Next day Golden dressed carefully, putting on her best suit, the one she saved for job interviews.  It was navy blue with a knee-length skirt and a jacket that sat just atop her hips.  She made sure to put on stockings before sliding her feet into black leather pumps.
    The clothes taken care of, Golden turned to look at herself in the mirror.  Now what was she to do about make-up?  The truth was she owned very little, just lip gloss and rose-pink lipstick.  She didn’t even have foundation.  She bit her lip, pondering if she should slip into her mother’s room and borrow some of hers.
    Then she shook her head.  Why was she trying to impress this man, anyway?  It wasn’t like he was considering her for a job.  Once he’d given her a piece of his mind he’d probably throw her out of there so fast it would make her head spin.  No, she would go as she’d always gone – devoid of embellishment