“You’re probably wrong,” said Doan.
“I am not. And now he’s walked out on her in spite of all her mature allure. Oh-ho! And now her pretty-pretty advertising campaign is about to backfire right in her face! No wonder she hired you to keep women away from him. If he falls for some twenty-year-old twirp and starts a divorce action in all the headlines, she wouldn’t be able to sell that stuff of hers for axle grease.”
“Have you ever heard of something called slander?” Doan inquired.
“Hmmph,” said Melissa. “That doesn’t prevent me from laughing at him and at her, too. And that’s just what I’m doing. Ha-ha-ha- ha! I’m just practicing now, waiting for the next time I see that gloomy gigolo upstairs.”
“What’s the joke?” a voice asked. Its owner was a woman. She had sleek, carefully groomed gr
