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children. The last thing she wanted was to do cheap media for money; she might as well light some hoops in Trafalgar Square and jump through them for small change.
Eliza was horrible, she thought: so instantly see-through and a definite social climber. Willow shuddered. She would never associate with someone like Eliza; why on earth had Simon recommended her? Lucy, on the other hand … Well, she had definitely underestimated the girl, who reminded her of Mrs Tiggy-Winkle from the story that Poppy liked so much. Round, comforting, sensible.
That’s what I need more of in my life: sense. And dollars
, she thought as she pulled out her phone.
After Willow left EWJ, Eliza screamed at Lucy for ten minutes, demanding she tell her what she had said when she left the room, but Lucy played dumb. The truth was she had found out about Willow and Kerr’s finances from her friend who worked in PR at Kerr’s record label. As soon as Lucy overheard Eliza taking the call about Willow, she had rung around her mates in PR to get the lowdown.
Eliza’s tirade only stopped when the phone rang and she stomped off to her office, slamming the door. Lucy picked up the phone. ‘EWJ Agency, Lucy speaking,’ she said efficiently, although she felt like crying after Eliza’s onslaught.
‘Hi Lucy, it’s Willow again.’
‘Hello,’ said Lucy, surprised.
‘I just wanted to thank you for your honesty and advice. Suffice it to say there are a few things happening in my world at the moment which are less than appealing,’ said Willow wryly.
‘I figured,’ said Lucy.
‘Listen, this may seem odd, but is there any chance you would consider working for me as my private PR person? I don’t have any money yet but I think I can get back in front, and I really need people I can trust at the moment,’ said Willow down the phone.
Lucy was silent, thinking.
Willow continued, ‘I know it’s a big risk for you but you were amazing in that room, and I honestly think you could help me. And I could help you, I hope.’
‘I would need to think about it,’ she said quietly, looking down at her desk.
‘No private calls!’ hissed Eliza and Lucy looked up to see Eliza’s reptilian face peering at her.
At that moment Lucy realised she had had enough of Eliza and her bullshit and she smiled down the phone. ‘Actually that sounds lovely. I’ll text you from my mobile and we can meet in a minute,’ she said.
Eliza looked at her as she hung up the phone. ‘You’ve had lunch; you don’t get time off to meet people. I need you here,’ she barked.
‘Actually Eliza, I’m leaving.’
Lucy stood up and took her handbag from the filing cabinet.
‘When will you be back?’ asked Eliza, unnerved by Lucy’s calmness.
‘On the first of never, Eliza. I can’t work for you any longer and I was too well raised to tell you what I think of you, so please consider my notice immediate and final,’ she said, and with that she walked out of the door.
Eliza started to follow her down the stairs, screaming her name. ‘Lucy, Lucy! Come back here!’ she called, and then the phone rang and Eliza turned on the stairs to go and answer it and lost her balance and reached out to grab something. The only thing her desperate arms could find was one of the hanging fried eggs. She yanked it and fell down the stairs to land on her bony bottom, a giant latex egg on top of her.
And that was Lucy’s last vision of her ex-boss: at the bottom on her bottom with egg on her face. Perhaps karma did exist after all, she thought.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Merritt was back from his tour of the grounds with Lucian and Poppy. Kitty watched them as they rounded the side of the house and thought for a moment what a shame it was he’d never had any children, but she pushed the thou ght from her mind. That would mean Eliza would be their mother, and that was a fate she would not wish on anyone.
‘We’re back!’ called Merritt from the foyer, and Poppy echoed him. ‘We’re
Eliza was horrible, she thought: so instantly see-through and a definite social climber. Willow shuddered. She would never associate with someone like Eliza; why on earth had Simon recommended her? Lucy, on the other hand … Well, she had definitely underestimated the girl, who reminded her of Mrs Tiggy-Winkle from the story that Poppy liked so much. Round, comforting, sensible.
That’s what I need more of in my life: sense. And dollars
, she thought as she pulled out her phone.
After Willow left EWJ, Eliza screamed at Lucy for ten minutes, demanding she tell her what she had said when she left the room, but Lucy played dumb. The truth was she had found out about Willow and Kerr’s finances from her friend who worked in PR at Kerr’s record label. As soon as Lucy overheard Eliza taking the call about Willow, she had rung around her mates in PR to get the lowdown.
Eliza’s tirade only stopped when the phone rang and she stomped off to her office, slamming the door. Lucy picked up the phone. ‘EWJ Agency, Lucy speaking,’ she said efficiently, although she felt like crying after Eliza’s onslaught.
‘Hi Lucy, it’s Willow again.’
‘Hello,’ said Lucy, surprised.
‘I just wanted to thank you for your honesty and advice. Suffice it to say there are a few things happening in my world at the moment which are less than appealing,’ said Willow wryly.
‘I figured,’ said Lucy.
‘Listen, this may seem odd, but is there any chance you would consider working for me as my private PR person? I don’t have any money yet but I think I can get back in front, and I really need people I can trust at the moment,’ said Willow down the phone.
Lucy was silent, thinking.
Willow continued, ‘I know it’s a big risk for you but you were amazing in that room, and I honestly think you could help me. And I could help you, I hope.’
‘I would need to think about it,’ she said quietly, looking down at her desk.
‘No private calls!’ hissed Eliza and Lucy looked up to see Eliza’s reptilian face peering at her.
At that moment Lucy realised she had had enough of Eliza and her bullshit and she smiled down the phone. ‘Actually that sounds lovely. I’ll text you from my mobile and we can meet in a minute,’ she said.
Eliza looked at her as she hung up the phone. ‘You’ve had lunch; you don’t get time off to meet people. I need you here,’ she barked.
‘Actually Eliza, I’m leaving.’
Lucy stood up and took her handbag from the filing cabinet.
‘When will you be back?’ asked Eliza, unnerved by Lucy’s calmness.
‘On the first of never, Eliza. I can’t work for you any longer and I was too well raised to tell you what I think of you, so please consider my notice immediate and final,’ she said, and with that she walked out of the door.
Eliza started to follow her down the stairs, screaming her name. ‘Lucy, Lucy! Come back here!’ she called, and then the phone rang and Eliza turned on the stairs to go and answer it and lost her balance and reached out to grab something. The only thing her desperate arms could find was one of the hanging fried eggs. She yanked it and fell down the stairs to land on her bony bottom, a giant latex egg on top of her.
And that was Lucy’s last vision of her ex-boss: at the bottom on her bottom with egg on her face. Perhaps karma did exist after all, she thought.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Merritt was back from his tour of the grounds with Lucian and Poppy. Kitty watched them as they rounded the side of the house and thought for a moment what a shame it was he’d never had any children, but she pushed the thou ght from her mind. That would mean Eliza would be their mother, and that was a fate she would not wish on anyone.
‘We’re back!’ called Merritt from the foyer, and Poppy echoed him. ‘We’re
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