As a result of this morning’s success I’d been handed an account which was as terrifying as it was thrilling. It was a late request for a summer collection from an up and coming fashion designer which would be utterly wonderful to win. It was the kind of account dreams were made of for a girl like me and my head was already spinning with ideas. Three meetings with the creative team and we had the seed of our campaign and six o’ clock rolled around much faster than I’d anticipated. “You ready?” Katie smiled, pulling on a cropped denim jacket over what appeared to be a brand new outfit and refreshing her lipstick as I did a quick check in my hand held mirror. “As ready as I’ll ever be” I grinned, trying to ignore the strange sensations in my stomach at the thought of seeing King. Whether I liked it or not, that irritating bastard was under my skin. “Are you going to thank him for the flowers if he’s in?” Katie nudged my arm playfully as we walked through the striking main doors of Grayson International Media onto the bustling London street, dodging the red buses that were brimming with tourists, and headed across to the bar.
