She giggled and thought that he was being very playful, but he was right, he did win these battles, but the game was on now. She decided that after their fight and agreement on moving forward if not actually making up she felt somehow safer and more secure in teasing and taunting him. She might even go as far as to goad him a little later.
Tasha travelled into town with Lucy armed with Jim’s charge card but wasn’t entirely happy about using it.
As they sat on the crowded tube, Lucy broached the subject of work. “Suzie text this morning. She reckons the Natasha Winters collection is a goer and the store have contacted Angie with an offer.”
“I’ll speak to her today and ask her about it.”
“Will you do it?” Lucy asked curiously.
“I’d like to, it’s fun and pays well, plus if the dates work, I could invite Lizzie along.”
“Lizzie, Jim’s daughter?”
“Yes. She wants to be a model and has the height and the look, but is only fifteen.”
Lucy got to her feet as they approached her stop. “Chase it up with Angie and I’ll speak to Suzie later.”
Tasha headed straight to Angie’s office armed with coffee and muffins.
Angie looked seriously hung over with her pallor, heavy eyes and obvious discomfort that made Tasha laugh.
“You’re about early,” commented Angie.
“Yes, I have a busy day planned.” She grinned.
“Doing what?”
“Shopping. I am going to find lots of very pretty little things to wear this weekend, albeit briefly,” she smiled as she passed Angie a muffin.
“You are a very lucky girl with that Jim. I could really go for him.” She lit a cigarette. Then as she spilt coffee down her front shouted, “Fucking bollocks,” before she rummaged through her desk draw for headache tablets.
Tasha laughed as she thought that Jim would not go for a smoking, hung over, swearing Angie at all, mainly because he seemed intent on only going for her, Natasha Bailey. God, she hated that name, Bailey, and yet she always reverted back to being her when things were kicking off.
“Angie, I know you are a little delicate, but have you had anything come through about a collection of my own from the modelling shoot last week?” she asked, refocusing on the more important subject of her career. Her future rather than her past.
“Yes. It came through last night. Let me get my emails.” Angie grimaced, washing the tablets down with her coffee. “Right, here we go. A spring collection, to include: lingerie, casual, formal, evening and swimwear. They have increased your rate by twenty five percent and they would like it done in July. They are using some shots from the shoot last week in mags and papers too to launch the whole thing. So, you want it or not?” she asked bluntly.
“Yes, but let me check with Jim. Are the dates flexible?”
“Yes, as long as it’s July,” said Angie. “When will you speak to Jim?”
Tasha checked the time. “Ten a.m. now, so two a.m. in L.A. Jim is usually up at six, so that would be, after two this afternoon.”
“Just let me know ASAP and I’ll call them and get contracts sorted.”
Angie’s phone blasted into life making them both jump.
“Angie Carter,” snapped Angie. “Oh, hi, yeah, yeah, yeah, cool, okay, yeah, yeah, no, no, okay. Email it me now and I will speak to Tasha and get back to you immediately, bye.”
Tasha was staring at her expectantly.
“That was Niall, you didn’t get the defence barrister role, but you must have been a complete bitch yesterday because they have offered you the role of the prosecuting bitch face cow. They were concerned by your age, but they reckon make up will age you.”
Tasha leapt up, jumping up and down clapping.
“That’s a yes then. I will get the details verified and contracts ready to sign. You are going to be really busy for a few months, Tash. I hope your man isn’t expecting too much time with you.”
