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It’s me that’s created a strong impression. I’ve already acquired a weekend break after one date. Do you honestly think Shauna could pull that off as quickly?’
‘Clever as you think you are Katy, don’t ever forget there’s a reason why I got to the position of Editor. I know what’s involved. I admire your drive and determination, but I won’t be manipulated.’
‘That isn’t what I was—’
‘The point is,’ interjected John, ignoring Katy’s objections. ‘You went on a date without briefing me. I told you my reservations relating your placement on this project. You chose to flagrantly disregard them.’
‘John, I get it. I discovered I was out of my depth. It’s why I’m here asking for your help now. I made a mistake and nearly botched it up. I won’t be doing it again, but at least progress was made.’
It was a complete untruth on Katy’s part, but it did at least stop John ranting.
‘What’s the deal then?’
‘I’ve been invited to the Hamptons for the weekend. Drive down Friday evening and back, if you agree, on Monday. I know I was slack today and it’s a big ask, but it’s not as though it’ll be a holiday for me. It’ll be working wherever I’m based. Besides, it would look unusual if someone of my status, couldn’t get a day off.’
‘It would indeed. Clothes?’
‘John, my personal budget was blown at the Gramercy Hotel. The bars and clubs this British billionaire frequents are out of my earning capacity. It was $40 for two cocktails.’
‘Does he insist on splitting bills?
‘Can’t say for certain. I insisted doing it last night, but he’s a traditionalist at heart.’
‘That should keep your spending minimal over the weekend. If he offers to pay, accept it. If he’s a tightwad, eat and drink cheap,’ John directed, passing her a credit card.
The platinum piece of plastic had Katy’s eyes lighting up. John could’ve sworn he saw dollar signs flash in her eyes.
‘Katy, you haven’t won the jackpot. It’s for expenses. It has a limit and we’re going to need receipts. Don’t go getting any spendthrift ideas.’
‘I won’t, I won’t,’ she murmured.
‘This dress you’re wearing?’
‘Borrowed it from a friend.’
His eyebrows shot up as his eyes narrowed.
‘Borrowed it from a friend’s mother,’ she clarified.
‘Maternal and out of date.’
‘It’s Coco Chanel. A classic never goes out of style.’
‘All the same, for appearances’ sake you need an extensive wardrobe. Make sure that dress doesn’t have a comeback over the weekend.’
Katy hated his catty comments. Looking her up and down as if he were her fairy godmother working wonders for what was almost certainly a lost cause.
‘If you’re going to take that attitude, I’m going to need four day outfits and three evening dresses for the Hamptons.’
‘And at least two items of swimwear. I’ll ring through to accounts and organize for them to sign over some petty cash for you to exercise the art of shopping frugally. Given I need you at court tomorrow and Friday, I’d suggest you use the remainder of your day to sort out your designer wardrobe. Go vintage as you suggested.’
‘John, you’ve harped on about the importance of this. What are the chances of our thrift shops stocking that many designer labels in my size and the style for what I need?’
‘Be resourceful Katy, that was always in your job description.’
Chapter Eight
Had she not considered herself to be as repugnant and lowly as a cockroach, Katy might have enjoyed text flirting with Oscar. Responding to his cheeky, sexual overtures she felt a fraud. Punishing herself she reverted to the email he’d sent not long after she’d left that morning.
‘Katy, I’m not sure I’m suited for the world of online dating. I may be past my sell-by date technologically speaking, (physically I assure you nothing could be further from the truth in case you have any concerns regarding our
‘Clever as you think you are Katy, don’t ever forget there’s a reason why I got to the position of Editor. I know what’s involved. I admire your drive and determination, but I won’t be manipulated.’
‘That isn’t what I was—’
‘The point is,’ interjected John, ignoring Katy’s objections. ‘You went on a date without briefing me. I told you my reservations relating your placement on this project. You chose to flagrantly disregard them.’
‘John, I get it. I discovered I was out of my depth. It’s why I’m here asking for your help now. I made a mistake and nearly botched it up. I won’t be doing it again, but at least progress was made.’
It was a complete untruth on Katy’s part, but it did at least stop John ranting.
‘What’s the deal then?’
‘I’ve been invited to the Hamptons for the weekend. Drive down Friday evening and back, if you agree, on Monday. I know I was slack today and it’s a big ask, but it’s not as though it’ll be a holiday for me. It’ll be working wherever I’m based. Besides, it would look unusual if someone of my status, couldn’t get a day off.’
‘It would indeed. Clothes?’
‘John, my personal budget was blown at the Gramercy Hotel. The bars and clubs this British billionaire frequents are out of my earning capacity. It was $40 for two cocktails.’
‘Does he insist on splitting bills?
‘Can’t say for certain. I insisted doing it last night, but he’s a traditionalist at heart.’
‘That should keep your spending minimal over the weekend. If he offers to pay, accept it. If he’s a tightwad, eat and drink cheap,’ John directed, passing her a credit card.
The platinum piece of plastic had Katy’s eyes lighting up. John could’ve sworn he saw dollar signs flash in her eyes.
‘Katy, you haven’t won the jackpot. It’s for expenses. It has a limit and we’re going to need receipts. Don’t go getting any spendthrift ideas.’
‘I won’t, I won’t,’ she murmured.
‘This dress you’re wearing?’
‘Borrowed it from a friend.’
His eyebrows shot up as his eyes narrowed.
‘Borrowed it from a friend’s mother,’ she clarified.
‘Maternal and out of date.’
‘It’s Coco Chanel. A classic never goes out of style.’
‘All the same, for appearances’ sake you need an extensive wardrobe. Make sure that dress doesn’t have a comeback over the weekend.’
Katy hated his catty comments. Looking her up and down as if he were her fairy godmother working wonders for what was almost certainly a lost cause.
‘If you’re going to take that attitude, I’m going to need four day outfits and three evening dresses for the Hamptons.’
‘And at least two items of swimwear. I’ll ring through to accounts and organize for them to sign over some petty cash for you to exercise the art of shopping frugally. Given I need you at court tomorrow and Friday, I’d suggest you use the remainder of your day to sort out your designer wardrobe. Go vintage as you suggested.’
‘John, you’ve harped on about the importance of this. What are the chances of our thrift shops stocking that many designer labels in my size and the style for what I need?’
‘Be resourceful Katy, that was always in your job description.’
Chapter Eight
Had she not considered herself to be as repugnant and lowly as a cockroach, Katy might have enjoyed text flirting with Oscar. Responding to his cheeky, sexual overtures she felt a fraud. Punishing herself she reverted to the email he’d sent not long after she’d left that morning.
‘Katy, I’m not sure I’m suited for the world of online dating. I may be past my sell-by date technologically speaking, (physically I assure you nothing could be further from the truth in case you have any concerns regarding our
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