By Monday Yancie had double-read every likely job in the situations vacant columns there were not, she had to face, very many for women without experience in the workplace.

Though she knew in her heart of hearts that although, as Thomson Wakefield had pointed out, she had been in the job only a short while-and freedom aside-she felt she really didn't want to work anywhere else but at the Addison Kirk Group.

She supposed it must have something to do with the people she worked with. Oh, not Thomson Wakefield; she didn't care for him one tiny bit. If he was not exactly the grumpy old devil she had told him he was, then it couldn't be said either that he was full of the joys of spring.

But the other people she worked with other drivers, Wilf, the executives she chauffeured around-to a man they were all unfailingly pleasant. She thought of Thomson Wakefield-she did quite often. And why shouldn't she? She wouldn't have said he'd been unfailingly pleasant when he'd had the nerve to suspend her. She had never driven him-the possibility that she one day might didn't enter any equation. She'd better carry on looking for another job.

It had been embarrassing returning to the transport section after that loathsome interview with him. Had she not left her shoulder bag in her locker Yancie felt she might have made a hasty exit without anyone being any the wiser.

Though, on reflection, she'd owed Kevin Veasey the courtesy of telling him he was going to be a driver short, if he didn't already know. Fortunately it had been after five when she'd made it back down to the transport section and most of the staff had left for the weekend.

'All right?' Kevin smiled as she approached, and Yancie knew then, from his manner, that apart from being extremely curious that she had been called to the top floor he had no earthly idea of why.