Chapter 4

Suddenly everyone’s attention was focused on him. A woman hurried over to stand appraisingly in front of him. “Okay, he’ll do,” she stated. “Follow me.”

Mark did, and found himself in a makeshift dressing area. She handed him the outfit he was to wear, pointing to a curtain. “Change—and hurry. Ms Graham is getting antsy.”

He stepped out a couple of minutes later wearing black slacks, a white tux coat, and all the paraphernalia that went with it. Seconds later, he was accosted by a man who said, “Follow me.”

The watchword of the day.

Mark smiled in amusement. He was quickly ordered to sit on a stool while the man dealt with his hair.

“You know,” the guy said, “you’ve got possibilities.”

“Uh-huh,” Mark muttered in reply.

“No, you do. I bet the camera will love you. Okay, let’s get you out there.”