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We’ll give you a lift home.”
    â€œBut it’s not on your way,” said Ellie, feeling almost completely cheered up.
    â€œFlynn won’t mind. It looks like rain and we can’t have our celebrity interviewer getting wet in the bus queue, can we?”
    Flynn insisted on driving Ellie all the way home, and so Ellie invited them both in for a cup of tea. When Ellie’s mum got in a few minutes later she found Ellie and two new faces sitting round the kitchen table, laughing happily together.
    Ellie introduced them and poured her mum a mug of tea. In no time they were all listening to Ellie relive her day. Then Georgia wanted to know about Sophie’s pots.
    â€œIf the company would only give me a rise, Soph could give up the post room job and be a full-time potter,” said Flynn wistfully. “Instead of having to cram it into weekends and evenings.”
    Sophie put her arm round Flynn and gave him a kiss. “That’s kind, but I don’t mind,” she said. “I have to make my pottery pay for itself. And you’ll get a rise eventually. I’m sure you will.”
    Flynn grinned. “Either that, or you’ll sell that pot you keep in the post room for a fortune to some celebrity who wanders down there by mistake. Then I won’t have to work at all and you can keep me.”
    â€œYou wish!” Sophie tried to look scandalized and failed dismally.
    When Sophie and Flynn eventually left, Ellie and her mum waved them off and went back into the kitchen to tidy up and start dinner.
    â€œWhat lovely people,” said Georgia, with her head in the fridge. “I feel a lot happier with you in that place knowing you have those two looking out for you. Sophie at least gives the impression that she has her feet firmly on the ground.”
    â€œAnd isn’t Flynn good-looking?” said Ellie, stacking the mugs in the dishwasher.
    Georgia withdrew her head and appeared with a selection of vegetables to chop. “He’s obviously devoted to Sophie,” she said primly. Then she looked at Ellie and grinned like a teenager. “And yes, he is totally gorgeous,” she agreed. “But obviously taken, and much too old for you and much too young for me.”
    â€œMum!”
    There was silence for a few minutes while chopping got under way. Then Ellie cleared her throat. “Do you think Carlotta was right? Will they dump my article and just print the pictures?”
    Georgia stopped what she was doing and gave her daughter a hug. “I have no idea, love, but no one can take today away from you, can they? And it’s all practice, isn’t it? After all, I thought you wanted to be one of the best. That takes time.”
    â€œYes,” said Ellie thoughtfully. “Of course. I can’t expect to breeze in there and become a brilliant journalist overnight. But it would be nice to see at least a few of my words in print.”
    Ellie resumed her chopping, thinking furiously. Mum’s right , she thought. I want to be a good journalist…the best I can be. And I’ve got Dad’s words to spur me on. I don’t care how horrible Piano and Carlotta are. I’m determined that eventually I can do this!

Friday went well, with Ellie feeling more settled and part of the Editorial Department, even though no other amazing jobs came her way. On Monday she breezed into work feeling on top of the world, but she arrived to find an awful atmosphere in the office. As she walked up to the reception desk, Carlotta gave her a very strange look. It seemed to Ellie to be a cross between pity and glee. Ellie found her heart beginning to thump and, as soon as Piano intercepted her, gripping her elbow in that spiteful way she had, Ellie knew she was in trouble.
    â€œAngel wants to see you in her office. Now!”
    Ellie wrenched her elbow free and scuttled to the Editor in Chief’s closed door. She could feel Piano’s venom – it