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Jon’s flame. Jon exhaled slowly. ‘Something fresh?’ he said, ‘how fresh do they want us to get?’
    ‘Easy cowboy,’ Tommy playfully warned, ‘I hear Avigail Silverman doesn’t take too kindly to jokers.’
    Jon stared at him. ‘Avigail? What the hell kind of name is that?’
    ‘Jewish,’ Tommy said, ‘but hey what can you do?’ He laughed and exhaled a stream of smoke at the ceiling.
    Despite himself Jon gave a little chuckle. ‘That’s not what I meant,’ he said, ‘Avigail, that’s a woman’s name isn’t it?’
    ‘Trust me,’ Tommy replied, ‘I was just as surprised as you are. The world’s changing Jon.’
    Jon sipped his whisky. ‘Nothing ever really changes,’ he said.
    The phone buzzed and Tommy’s secretary came on the line. ‘Mr. Harlan,’ she said, ‘June Kerouac is here to see you.’
    ‘Ah June!’ Tommy grinned, ‘send her in.’
    Jon scrutinized his friend’s face for a moment. ‘What?’ Tommy shrugged.
    ‘Nothing.’
    Jon had a feeling the relationship between Tommy and June Kerouac went somewhat further than just the professional. But hell, this was Madison Avenue, it seemed like everybody was sleeping with everybody anyway.
    The door opened and the firm’s office manager stepped inside.
    June Kerouac was a beautiful and voluptuous redhead with a full figure and curves that lesser men would be willing to die for. Though Jon knew he could probably have her if he really wanted, he had for his own reasons exercised self-control.
    ‘Good morning gentlemen,’ June chirped.
    ‘Good morning June,’ Jon smiled.
    Tommy rushed around from his desk. ‘Ah ma Cherie ,’ he sighed, taking her hand and kissing it, ‘you are more beautiful than the morning sun.’
    ‘Oh stop it Tommy!’ June blushed, ‘really.’ She looked past him to the glass of whisky on his desk, beside the smoldering cigarette in the ashtray. ‘My God Tommy,’ she said, ‘you’re drinking already? Despicable.’ She looked at Jon and smiled. ‘And Jon Sugar, really. I would have thought you at least might have known better.’
    ‘We’re celebrating,’ Jon shrugged.
    ‘Exactly,’ Tommy nodded, ‘you shouldn’t be so quick to judge Junie , before you know the full story. Now, what are we dealing with here?’
    ‘The Sunset Hotel people are on their way up,’ June said, ‘Teddy Wooster has gone down to meet and greet them in the lobby.’
    ‘Poor bastard,’ Tommy observed, ‘Avigail Silverman will eat him alive.’
    ‘You’re bad, Tommy Harlan,’ June smiled.
    ‘Agreed,’ Jon said. He tipped up his glass. ‘Shall we continue to the conference room?’
    ‘Lead the way,’ Tommy said and drained his own drink before leaving the room.
    They stepped out onto the main floor and immediately greeted the people from Sunset Hotels. ‘Miss Silverman!’ Tommy greeted, ‘but you don’t look nearly old enough to be running a company.’
    It was supposed to be a compliment, but she didn’t take it that way. Avigail Silverman was an attractive but serious-looking woman, with dark, moody brown eyes and soft black hair. Jon smiled professionally and put out his hand. ‘Miss Silverman,’ he said, ‘thanks for coming by.’
    After shooting a quick dirty look at Tommy, Avigail presented her gloved hand to the Creative Director. ‘How do you do?’ she said, ‘Jon Sugar, I presume?’
    ‘Welcome to Harlan Fisher,’ Jon smiled. People had a tendency to know who he was the moment he stepped into the room and he didn’t like to dwell on it. But Avigail Silverman wasn’t done yet.
    ‘Your reputation precedes you,’ she said, smiling slightly.
    ‘Yes well I trust you’ll soon see for yourself that Harlan Fisher is an agency on the up and up,’ Jon said.
    ‘That’s not what I meant,’ Avigail said, her eyes twinkling with dark intent.
    Jon let his cool gaze linger on her face for a moment longer and then he smiled cordially. ‘Allow me to lead you to the conference room,’ he