Laura Holt located the personnel office without any trouble and soon found herself sitting among a dozen or so other young girls. Everyone was pretty and well dressed, but Laura wasn't afraid of the competition. She knew she would get the job. She just knew it. She sat upright in her chair, crossed her legs, and waited patiently for her turn to be interviewed.

She only had ten minutes to wait. Then she was directed into a small office, where a gorgeous redhead sat behind the only desk. Laura took only a second to examine the several paintings hanging on the walls, the thick luxurious carpeting, and the fine oak furniture. Then she walked up to the redhead's desk.

"Good afternoon," said the redhead, her hands still clutching the papers in front of her. "Won't you have a seat?" The woman motioned to an empty chair alongside her desk.

Laura sat down and crossed her legs, but she was a bit anxious this time and she carelessly let her hemline rise up so that the tops of her stockings were visible. She started tugging on her dress right away as she adjusted her position in the chair, but she knew the woman's eyes were upon her.

"My name is Dotty, Dotty Mackenzie. And I see from your application that your name is Laura Holt. And that your grades in typing are excellent."

"Thank you," said Laura, blushing. "I'd really like to work here. You see, my father works here, and I thought it would be great if I could be near him all summer."

"Who is your father?" asked Dotty.

"Robert Holt. He's the head of this company's advertising department. Maybe you know him?"

"Oh! Of course! Mr. Holt. The good-looking stud up on the ninth floor. I'll say I know him. But, hell, he didn't tell me he had such a beautiful daughter. You have such lovely blonde hair. You must take after your mother."

Laura was speechless for a second. Who did this woman think she was, calling her father a stud? And why was she now smiling so secretly? Laura's lips quivered as she looked this floozy up and down.