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he said that. She decided to ignore it.

"I think you need all points of view to draw up a well balanced plan. I
can provide the senator with a valuable perspective, one he's not
seeing now, one he has little access to. The best generals always keep
abreast of the conditions in the trenches. I can offer■" Blair glanced
at his watch. "Look at the TIME We've already carried this over the
limit I'd set for it." He closed her file and stood up.

"Well, thank you, Dr. Panzella" He walked to the door and opened it
for her. "I'll discuss your application with the senator. We'll be in
touch if he decides to hire you." His expression was perfectly flat,
his eyes empty. "Can you find your way out? " "Of course, " Gin said,
forcing a smile.

Her heart sank as the message came through loud and clean Don't call
us, we'll call you.

Gin let the smile fade as she wound past the cubicles and out through
the reception area. What a nightmare of an interview. She couldn't
imagine how it could have gone worse. What was Blair's problem? Was
he threatened by her? Or was he looking for something from her? What
can you say or do that will change my mind? What was that all about?

What had he expected her to do, lift her skirt?

She felt her jaw muscles bunch in anger. A little man with a little
power equaled a big problem. Was this the way it was going to be?

She had the elevator down all to herself. She leaned against a side
wall and fought the disappointment. Okay, so she probably wasn't going
to get on the chairman's staff. She'd been prepared for that■not for a
screw up like this, but for the real possibility that the senator
wouldn't think he'd need her. There were six other members■no, check
that, Congressman Lane had died in that car accident a while back. So
at the moment there were five other legislators who were members of the
Guidelines committee. As the ranking House member, Congressman Allard
was the next obvious choice. Gin had set up a fail-safe appointment
with him on Wednesday morning. Looked like she'd be keeping it.

She left the elevator and rounded the corner into the atrium. That was
when she heard a man's voice from her left.

"Excuse me, but does the word Pasta' hold any special significance for
you? " She froze. It was a name she hadn't heard since high school.
A name she'd never wanted to hear again.

Gin turned. Him again. Or still. The blond guy in the suit. She now
saw some fine linear scars across his forehead and down his right cheek
that she hadn't noticed before. He was edging closer, staring at her