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forward on to her legs and she began to cry freely. ‘I don’t know,’ she managed finally.
Connor held his phone in his hand. He took a deep swig at his gin and tonic then began to text. ‘I am so pissed at you. End of story.’ He hit send and the message began its journey towards Annie’s phone.
Connor gulped down the last of the drink and stood up. He would settle the bill. He had to leave. There was no way he was going to sit in the centre of this place and eat lunch all on his own. That would be career suicide.
He turned and saw Jay and his lunch companion glancing over in his direction. He gave them a smile and a little wave.
Then he decided to go over to their table and give his explanation.
‘Something extraordinary has happened,’ he began, ‘Annie’s dad disappeared years ago, never been heard of since, but she’s had some sort of news. She wouldn’t say … but it sounds like he’s turned up again.’ Connor gave a shrug. ‘You can’t have any hard feelings when something like that messes up your lunch date.’
‘Well, no,’ Jay agreed. ‘Connor, this is Rob Kane.’
The two men shook hands. Rob Kane was extremely good-looking, Connor couldn’t help noticing.
‘Connor, why don’t you join us?’ Jay wondered, noticing the look that was passing between the two.
‘Love to …’ Connor pulled up a chair. ‘So … The Elephant Man , huh?’
At the table next to them, Vickie Plumridge, a gossip columnist with the weekly celebrity magazine Pssst! , was being treated to lunch by a well-known PR. When the PR excused herself for a bathroom trip, the columnist opened up her phone and typed out a little note to herself: ‘Connor McCabe stood up by Annie V. Annie V’s dad! Connor McCabe with Jay Wetherford and Rob Kane.’
It was all very interesting. Vickie had been working on the mystery of Annie Valentine’s father for several days now, so just as soon as Connor had enjoyed the large glass of wine which had just been poured out for him, she would go over and introduce herself.
Chapter Ten
The studio’s driver:
Blue trousers ironed to within inch of life (Army Store)
White shirt ironed to within inch of life (M&S)
Regimental tie (The Regiment)
Peaked cap (Army Store)
Black shoes, brilliant with Kiwi Wax and Parade Gloss (Same)
Bluetooth phone in ear (Motorola)
Total est. cost: £140
‘Your wish is my command, ma’am.’
‘So Svetlana and her absolutely beautiful daughter, Elena, are planning to launch this label in Paris just as soon as they can … and we could be there.’
Annie had her phone to her ear and was talking at speed to Tamsin. It was nearly 7.30 p.m. and she was being driven home after a long day’s filming.
‘It could work,’ Tamsin told her cautiously, ‘it could definitely work. It can’t just be PR though, it’s got to be a real behind-the-scenes. We want the grit behind the glamour, the reality of putting on a fashion show andlaunching your own label. We wanna see Svet sweat. No, seriously, I think I like it and I think the viewers will like it. When is it supposed to happen?’
‘Well … I don’t know yet,’ Annie replied. ‘As soon as she reaches her investment target, she says she’ll be able to get the first dresses run up in a week. She wants to be in Paris when all the other trade shows are on, to catch the wave. That’s when all the trade press will be over there anyway.’
‘She’s going to get so much publicity, I mean she’s famous anyway … and our viewers love her,’ Tamsin added.
‘Yeah,’ Annie said, trying not to feel at all jealous. Sometimes she couldn’t help noticing that however brightly her star shone, Svetlana’s was always more dazzling. She wasn’t just on TV now, like Annie, oh no. She had to go one step further and faster and launch her own label. She was probably going to be the next Donna Karan, be spectacularly rich and famous for years and years. When Myleene Klass stepped into Annie’s
Connor held his phone in his hand. He took a deep swig at his gin and tonic then began to text. ‘I am so pissed at you. End of story.’ He hit send and the message began its journey towards Annie’s phone.
Connor gulped down the last of the drink and stood up. He would settle the bill. He had to leave. There was no way he was going to sit in the centre of this place and eat lunch all on his own. That would be career suicide.
He turned and saw Jay and his lunch companion glancing over in his direction. He gave them a smile and a little wave.
Then he decided to go over to their table and give his explanation.
‘Something extraordinary has happened,’ he began, ‘Annie’s dad disappeared years ago, never been heard of since, but she’s had some sort of news. She wouldn’t say … but it sounds like he’s turned up again.’ Connor gave a shrug. ‘You can’t have any hard feelings when something like that messes up your lunch date.’
‘Well, no,’ Jay agreed. ‘Connor, this is Rob Kane.’
The two men shook hands. Rob Kane was extremely good-looking, Connor couldn’t help noticing.
‘Connor, why don’t you join us?’ Jay wondered, noticing the look that was passing between the two.
‘Love to …’ Connor pulled up a chair. ‘So … The Elephant Man , huh?’
At the table next to them, Vickie Plumridge, a gossip columnist with the weekly celebrity magazine Pssst! , was being treated to lunch by a well-known PR. When the PR excused herself for a bathroom trip, the columnist opened up her phone and typed out a little note to herself: ‘Connor McCabe stood up by Annie V. Annie V’s dad! Connor McCabe with Jay Wetherford and Rob Kane.’
It was all very interesting. Vickie had been working on the mystery of Annie Valentine’s father for several days now, so just as soon as Connor had enjoyed the large glass of wine which had just been poured out for him, she would go over and introduce herself.
Chapter Ten
The studio’s driver:
Blue trousers ironed to within inch of life (Army Store)
White shirt ironed to within inch of life (M&S)
Regimental tie (The Regiment)
Peaked cap (Army Store)
Black shoes, brilliant with Kiwi Wax and Parade Gloss (Same)
Bluetooth phone in ear (Motorola)
Total est. cost: £140
‘Your wish is my command, ma’am.’
‘So Svetlana and her absolutely beautiful daughter, Elena, are planning to launch this label in Paris just as soon as they can … and we could be there.’
Annie had her phone to her ear and was talking at speed to Tamsin. It was nearly 7.30 p.m. and she was being driven home after a long day’s filming.
‘It could work,’ Tamsin told her cautiously, ‘it could definitely work. It can’t just be PR though, it’s got to be a real behind-the-scenes. We want the grit behind the glamour, the reality of putting on a fashion show andlaunching your own label. We wanna see Svet sweat. No, seriously, I think I like it and I think the viewers will like it. When is it supposed to happen?’
‘Well … I don’t know yet,’ Annie replied. ‘As soon as she reaches her investment target, she says she’ll be able to get the first dresses run up in a week. She wants to be in Paris when all the other trade shows are on, to catch the wave. That’s when all the trade press will be over there anyway.’
‘She’s going to get so much publicity, I mean she’s famous anyway … and our viewers love her,’ Tamsin added.
‘Yeah,’ Annie said, trying not to feel at all jealous. Sometimes she couldn’t help noticing that however brightly her star shone, Svetlana’s was always more dazzling. She wasn’t just on TV now, like Annie, oh no. She had to go one step further and faster and launch her own label. She was probably going to be the next Donna Karan, be spectacularly rich and famous for years and years. When Myleene Klass stepped into Annie’s
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