" "So glad you approve." She gave him a wry look and went to get a drink. "Look, see? Orange juice." "That's mine. Help yourself." "Really? It's yours..." Ryan stared at the carton. "I could have sworn we had some." Brody laughed. "You did. It smelled terrible. I tossed it and brought some down. Come on, sit, this is about ready." Ryan got out plates and silverware and put them on the table, then poured two glasses of juice and brought them over as well. She sat down and took a deep breath. "Wow,. I just wanted to look nice when you came to pick me up," Denise replied, trying to blow off Jack's discomfort while simultaneously being very pleased that he'd noticed her borrowed outfit."Well, I feel like I should have brought flowers or something," Jack mumbled, feeling very out of place, in spite of the fact that they were just going to a movie.Denise laughed and grabbed her purse. She took his hand as she closed the door and pulled him towards the stairs. "C'mon, let's go, or we'll be. Ougd. I've never been to Milano. I should be most honoured, if you would join me for dinner. I hope you know a few really good restaurants." But, thank you, Mr. Hansen. Yes, I know a few. What kind of food would you like? Italian, French, Middle East?" I'd prefer high end Italian. Of course, if you prefer anything else, we'll have that." No, no. I love Italian food, too. Wait a second, I'll make a phone call to make sure we shall have a table."She returned from the phone and said: "Sure, a. Starring you, naturally."So that's his game, thought Lynn, her worst suspicions now confirmed. But instead of protesting immediately, she decided to bide her time and see if there was not some way to avoid becoming Agard's slave for the rest of her life."Ah, there you are!" called the producer himself from across the room. "Lynn baby, come on over and meet an old friend of mine!"Forcing a smile onto her face, Lynn obeyed and walked up to the tall gaunt man who was standing beside her.