CHAPTER FOUR
Ralph Collins sat casually behind his teakwood desk in the center of his plush inner office sealed off from Foreign Flare's public showroom, staring at the metallic string of caterpillars crawling between stop lights and bluing the air with exhaust.
Whether to bring his new secretary Carla along for the weekend to his mountain cabin in the Sierra foothills... that's what the burly president contemplated behind knit brows as he sat feverishly drumming his pudgy fingers on the stack of glossy automobile advertising folders littering his desk. Carla, his luscious brunette secretary of one day, sat awaiting his decision in the outer office.
It amused him plenty to have hired a working girl as secretary. The circumstances behind her employment hardly followed the Federal Depa
