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Sally was wearing a loose sweater and dancing tights. With her hands on her hips, and without makeup, she looked like a very tough, muscular woman-which she was. "You humiliated him last night," she said, giving the director a very cool look. "I won't be surprised if he never comes back to the show."

For a moment, Nadine looked a little stunned which made even David Rennick feel a little twinge of satisfaction. It took quite a lot to pierce "Miss Congeniality's" cool. Nadine had reached the stage through the beauty contest route, and each of the "kids" secretly cheered Sally on.

"Then, he won't get paid tonight," said Nadine frostily. “And neither will any of you unless Marty performs."

Sally was the only one not to show concern. "You want him to do his own part, or Jackie's?" she asked quite coolly.

Nadine's dark eyes flashed. "Jackie's part," she hissed.

Sally gave her a very long look. "All right," she said finally. "I'll talk to him. I'll let you know what he says."

Beautiful! David Rennick chortled inside. Sally was treating Nadine in just the same way that Nadine treated them. It was just great to see Nadine take some of the treatment that she liked so much to give.

"He's in Nadine's office," Ace jerked a thumb at the wall behind him when David got into the dressing room that night.

"Is he going on?" asked David. He saw Babe sitting off in the far corner, only partly dressed, as if he knew he wouldn't be on at all.

"Why not?" Farrell chimed in, doffing his top hat at a very rakish angle. "She needs the bread as much as the rest of us."

"She?" Ace was disconcerted.

"He means Marty," said David with a grimace. "Come on, Farrell.

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