Sins of Sarah Read Free

could have over-looked this girl.
    'He's getting one sorted out.' Caroline made a gesture of impatience. 'He'll make sure he's got the right stuff on it before he sends it - you know Oscar. She must be good he's one of the best agents around.' At that moment Sandy brought the printed sheets in.
    'These came in from Oscar Venner for you. Nick,' she said, and dropped them on his desk.
    Nick flicked through the sheets quickly. She was taller than he had expected, at five feet eight, and at twenty-four older than she looked, but dancing in clubs, TV plays and commercials added to her Do or Dare stint made impressive reading.
    'She's got guts as well,' Caroline commented, reading her stunt list. 'Anyone who can hang-glide has got to have plenty of those!'
    Nick laughed, and read over her shoulder, impressed, despite himself. 'Even I would draw the line at that,' he commented drily. 'I think I'd like to meet this young woman - out of curiosity if nothing else!'
    Jane, worrying about Diana, slipped out of the office to go and phone her. She knew it would be hopeless nagging Nick to go home now. She was fond of Nick's wife, even if Nick wasn't particularly, and did a great deal to keep their complicated lives running smoothly. Luckily, the bike messenger arrived with Oscar's package at that moment, so she had the package in her hand when she went back into the office, disguising her mission beautifully. '
    He must have had a biker waiting,' she laughed as she tossed the envelope to Nick. 'Talk about service!' Nick shook the photographs out of the packet and leafed through them, whistling with delight.
    'Get Oscar back,' he ordered. 'Set up an audition time. Jane, what's tomorrow like? Is there a studio free?' Jane reached for his diary. 'The ad agency at nine, accounts here at ten-thirty,' she reeled off. 'Lunch with Charlie Hastings, and the small studio is free until two o'clock.' Charles was Nick's associate producer on this film, as well as his long-time friend and partner in NGA.
    'Make her eleven o'clock, if you can, and get James in to do the audition with her -1 really do have a hunch about this one. Christ . . .!' And he held out a sheaf of photographs to Jane as Caroline pressed the redial button on the phone. They were a collection of fashion shots - outdoor shots taken on a beach. Fresh air and sunlight obviously suited her, and the camera patently adored her.
    There was one shot particularly that caught his attention. She was leaning against a rock, eye-catching legs stretched out in front of her. Nick had always been a leg man, but it was the expression on her face that caught him. Dreamy, innocent, and yet with a mocking look in her eyes that simply said "Abigail" to him.
    'Look, Nick, I'll call you at home,' Caroline was saying as he jerked his attention back to the office with a start.
    He had not felt that flash of sexual excitement for years - especially over a photograph. 'Oscar has to check with Sarah, and they're just finishing transmission at the studios.'
    'I know.' Nick sighed. 'I must get home. You women do gang up on me! It's only a bloody academic dinner, and I didn't want to go to it in the first place.'
    'But it's important to Diana,' Jane said. 'Don't be mean, Nicholas!'
    'We'll get the showreel over to the flat,' Caroline promised. 'I'll wait for it to come and bring it myself. Go on,' she urged. 'Go home and make your wife happy for once!'
    'As if anything will satisfy my wife!' Nick shrugged, and picked up the file and his briefcase before fishing in his pocket in panic. 'Where the hell did I put my car keys?' Jane found them and threw them to him.
    'Stop fussing,' she laughed. 'Go on - leave it to us!' Nick smiled as he crossed the entrance foyer with its display of the many awards the company had won over the years; it never failed to cheer him. In a couple of hours he had gone from despair to elation, but he wasn't out of the woods yet. He had to wait and find out if the girl could really cope with