"Sets?" she asked.

"Of course," he said. "I'd forgotten you're right out of the country. A set is really just a photograph we take. For our advertisements. You know we're on our way to becoming one of the top advertising firms in the country."

"Maggie told me a little," Tracy said. "But you mean you want me to pose?"

"Something like that," he said. "We have a spot open for a healthy-looking girl. One of those fun in the sun type things. I think you'd be perfect if you look good in a bikini."

Tracy found herself blushing red under his hot stare. This interview was not going at all like she'd expected. She'd gotten herself all ready to give statistics on how fast she could type, her shorthand, her prowess on office machinery. She didn't want to talk about her looks in a bikini.

"I'll tell you what," he said. "I can make the final decision today. Why don't you strip down to your undies and I can judge if you're right for the part?"

"What?" Tracy's reaction brought her half out of her chair. "I'll do no such thing. What kind of person do you think I am?"

"You're Maggie's sister," he said. "I certainly didn't think you'd be shy."

"Well you can have your filthy job," Tracy said.

Tracy stormed out of his office with her face still blushing an angry red. Her parents had warned her about that kind of big city interview. She could hardly wait until she got home to Maggie and told her what he'd said.

Maggie was a good girl. She would quit her job immediately and tell that Hudson pervert what she thought of him. That was what Maggie would do.

Tracy was still angry when she put the key into the door of Maggie's apartment. She didn't bother about calling out because she knew that Maggie was supposed to be working that afternoon. Working. Tracy said the word out loud with a great deal of bitterness.