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"So, we'll ring the hotel if we have a place for you," said the manager as he shook Roxie's hand.
The other man, the club owner, had said precisely two words throughout her audition, but now, he leant in close to her, and she could fell his breath on her face. Automatically, she flinched away, as he said,
"You, know, you have a great voice- and a great body. I could talk Jonny here round, if you...um... wanted to...you know..."
Roxie looked at him, guessing what he wanted- what most men wanted.
"Sorry, chum, but I've had too many...relationships...to want to start screwing any potential bosses right now."
He laughed.
"Hey, I like your spirit. You'll go far. The job's yours, when can you start?"
"You serious?" asked Roxie in disbelief, giving him that incredulous look that only she (and Renee Zellweger) could do.
"Yeah, sure, kid. It's all arranged," he said, pinching her behind. She gave a shudder.
"Hey, what's the matter?" he queried, "Am I that unattractive?"
"God no!" said Roxie with feeling, "It's just, the last time someone said that, he was a mean, dirty, son of a bitch!"
The pianist grinned to himself across the room..
"He welched on a deal," elaborated Roxie, and Andy smiled.
"But anyway," she said, brightening, "I can start tomorrow, if you like..."
"Attagirl!" said Andy.
Sorry, very short chapter! I'm going to post the next one soon, though! I would have added it on to this, but I needed it to be in a different chapter. And I also remembered the famous saying of my great friend (!) Roxie Hart... "Give 'em just enough to get 'em good and hungry, but always leave them wanting more..."