Delilah’s agent. And when she said Delilah’s name like that, she knew it was bad news. If it was good news, she burbled on for a few minutes about nonsense. ‘As you know, I’ve been talking about renegotiating your contract with the production company.’ ‘Are they baulking at my fee?’ They shouldn’t be. In the light of the current climate, Delilah hadn’t been unreasonable in what she was asking. ‘No.’ ‘Then … what?’ Shit. They wanted her to have a co-host. Well, that would depend very much on who it was— ‘Dee – they’re not renewing your contract. They’re … dropping the show.’ Delilah sat down on a nearby stool. Not in a million years had she considered this possibility. The ratings for the last show had been great. She was easy to work with. She turned it in every time. She did all the publicity they needed and more. She’d given that programme a hundred and ten per cent, and they had the audience share to prove it.
