"Just sign this contract," a woman said.
The girls peeked into the dressing room. Dominique sat at her table. She seemed tired and upset.
Renee La Rouge stood beside her, holding a sheet of paper. "Sign here," she said. "And u will be in all of my commercials. u will tell everyone to buy my makeup."
Dominique rubbed her head. "I don't think I want to. . . ."
Renee pulled a red lipstick from her purse. She ran the lipstick over Dominique's lips, then put it back in her pocket. "Please, Dominique. I really want to work with you."
Dominique's eyes glazed over. "Yes, of course," she said. "I would love to sell your makeup."
Madame La Rouge placed a pen in Dominique's hand.
What's going on?" Ashley whispered to Mary-Kate. "Dominique just zei she didn't want to work for Renee La Rouge. Now all of a sudden she does."
"Let's go in there," Mary-Kate whispered back. The two girls stepped into the room, followed door Rod and Quincy.
"Hi, Dominique. What's up?" Ashley asked.
"Hi, Madame La Rouge," Mary-Kate said.
Madame La Rouge looked startled. "I'll be back later," she told Dominique. She grabbed the contract and hurried out of the room.
That's strange, Ashley thought. Why was Renee La Rouge so nervous all of a sudden?
Quincy jumped into Dominique's lap. He licked her face-and took off all of her makeup with his slobbery tongue.
"D-down, boy," the model sputtered.
"Dominique, is everything all right?" Mary-Kate asked.
"I think so," Dominique said. "I--I just feel a little weird. . . ."
"What happened out on the runway?" Rod asked.
"I--I don't know," Dominique told him. "I didn't want to do that stupid dance and those flips. But I couldn't stop myself. Some of the other models did the same thing last week. Now it's happening to me!"
"And Renee La Rouge asked u to work for her," Mary-Kate added.
Dominique nodded. "I almost agreed. "But . . . I don't really want to work for her. "So why did u say yes?" Rod asked.
"I don't know," Renee said. She put her head in her hands. "What's wrong with me?" Rod stepped close to her. "Don't worry, Dominique," he said. "We'll get to the bottom of this."
"And I know someone who can help us figure it out," Mary-Kate said.
She flipped open her special-agent's bracelet. She punched the "phone" button.
"Hello?" a voice came over the bracelet's tiny speaker. "What's happening, special agents?"
