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“Back in Hungary he was an architect, but over here he’s only been able to pick up odd laboring jobs The governnize his qualifications, and the unions haven’t been all that sympathetic”

“They don’t like me either,” said Keith “And what about your mother?”

“I’m sorry to appear rude, Mr Townsend, but I think I’ you”

“Yes, of course,” said Keith, “do go ahead” He stared at the girl, unaware of how nervous he wasShe had long, dark hair which fell onto her shoulders, and a perfectly oval face that hadn’t yet been savaged by the Australian sun He suspected that the simple, well-tailored navy-blue suit she as ht normally have chosen But that was probably because she was interviewing her boss She crossed her legs again and her skirt rose slightly He tried not to lower his eyes

“Shall I repeat the question, Mr Townsend?”

“Err … I’m so sorry”

Heather walked in, and was surprised to find them seated in the directors’ corner of the room

“There’s a call for you on line one from New York,” she said “Mr Lazar He needs to have a word about a counterbid he’s just received from Channel 7 for one of next season’s sitcoms”

“Tell hi up “By the way, Kate,” he said, leaning forward, “would you like a coffee?”

“Yes, thank you Mr Townsend”

“Black or white?”

“White, but no sugar Thank you,” she repeated, looking toward Heather

Heather turned and left the roo Keith if he wanted another coffee

“Sorry, as the question?” Keith asked

“Did you write or publish anything when you were at school?”