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Gradually it occurred to Anne that someone was staring at her from very close. Too close. She turned quickly and looked straight at the Jim Thaxton from upstairs. "I'm Jim Thaxton he told her apologetically. But he kept staring as he continued, "I saw you upstairs.'

He waited, so she replied simply, “Yes.” By this time, Anne, too, was staring. There was something different here, but she didn't know just what.

After another hesitation, Jim pointedly lowered his eyes and went on. "Jane told me you were looking for a job; you didn't leave your name with her so I thought maybe I could catch you down here, ahh..."

"Miss Hughes...Anne Hughes?" she offered.

“Look, Anne, we have a...I have a job for a good secretary like you. I need a girl to work into the spot of being my personal sec- retary; when I become department head in a few years, that girl will be the working head with me.. Do you understand?"

"I think so." Anne didn't believe in fairy tales and she was try- ing to figure Jim Thaxton out. One thing for certain, there was something strange about it. "Mr. Thaxton..."

"Jim Thaxton.'

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"Jim Thaxton, then," she said,“you don't even know if I type.”

"Well, do you type?”

"Not very well," she admitted.

"Well, you'll improve. Remember, I haven't offered you a job yet. What do you do well. In fact, tell me about yourself." This seemed to be said with a genuine sense of curiosity. It was as though he had been leading up to it for some time--possibly this was even the more important part of what he had come down for.

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