As WE STRIDE ALONG the corridors to the set, neither Luke nor I says a word. I dart1 a glance at him as we turn a corner—and his face is even steelier than it was before.
Well, that’s fine. I can do hard and businesslike, too. Firmly I lift my chin and begin to take longer strides, pretending to be Alexis Carrington inDynasty.
“So, do you two already know each other?” says Zelda, who’s walking along between us.
“We do, as it happens,” says Luke shortly.
“In a business context,” I say, equally shortly. “Luke’s always trying to promote some financial product or other. And I’m always trying to avoid his calls.”
Zelda gives an appreciative2 laugh and I see Luke’s eyes flash angrily. But I really don’t care. I don’t care how angry he gets. In fact, the angrier he gets, the better I feel.
“So—Luke, you must have been quite pissed off at Rebecca’s article inThe Daily World,” says Zelda.
“I wasn’t pleased,” says Luke. “By any of it,” he adds in a lower voice.
What does that mean? I turn my head, and to my aston-ishment, he’s looking at me with a sober expression. Almost apologetic. Hmm. This must be an old PR trick. Soften3 up your opponent and then go in for the kill. ButI’m not going to fall for it.
“He phoned me up to complain,” I say airily to Zelda. “Can’t cope with the truth, eh, Luke? Can’t cope with seeing what’s under the PR gloss4?”
There’s silence and I dart another look at him. Now he looks so furious, I think for a terrifying moment that he’s going to hit me. Then his face changes and, in an icily calm voice, he says, “Let’s just get on the fucking set and get this over with, shall we?”
Zelda raises her eyebrows5 at me and I grin back. This is more like it.
“OK,” says Zelda as we approach a set of double swing doors. “Here we are. Keep your voices down when we go in.”
She pushes open the doors and ushers6 us in, and for a moment my cool act falters7. I feel all shaky and awed8, like Laura Dern inJurassic Park when she sees the dinosaurs9 for the first time. Because there it is, in real life. The real liveMorning Coffee set. With the sofa and all the plants and everything, all lit up by the brightest, most dazzling lights I’ve ever seen in my life.
This is just unreal. How many zillion times have I sat at home, watching this on the telly? And now I’m actually going to be part of it.
“We’ve got a couple of minutes till the commercial break,” says Zelda, leading us across the floor, across a load of trailing cables. “Rory and Emma are still with Elisabeth in the library set.”
She gestures to us to sit down on opposite sides of the coffee table, and, gingerly, I do so. The sofa’s harder than I was expect-ing, and kind of . . . different. Everything’s different. The plants seem bigger than they do on the screen, and the coffee table is smaller. God, this is weird10. The lights are so bright on my face, I can hardly see anything, and I’m not quite sure how to sit. A girlcomes and threads a microphone cable under my shirt and clips it to my lapel. Awkwardly, I lift my hand to push my hair back, and immediately Zelda comes hurrying over.
“Try not to move too much, OK, Rebecca?” she says. “We don’t want to hear a load of rustling11.”
“Right,” I say. “Sorry.”
Suddenly my voice doesn’t seem to be working properly. I feel as though a wad of cotton’s been stuffed into my throat. I glance up at a nearby camera and, to my horror, see it zooming12 toward me.
“OK, Rebecca,” says Zelda, hurrying over again, “one more golden rule—don’t look at the camera, all right? Just behave naturally!”
“Fine,” I say huskily.
Behave naturally. Easy-peasy.
“Thirty seconds till the news bulletin,” she says, looking at her watch. “Everything OK, Luke?”
“Fine,” says Luke calmly. He’s sitting on his sofa as though he’s been there all his life. Typical.
I shift on my seat, tug13 nervously14 at my skirt, and smooth my jacket down. They always say that television puts ten pounds on you, which means my legs will look really fat. Maybe I should cross them the other way. Or not cross them at all? But then maybe they’ll look even fatter.
“Hello!” comes a high-pitched voice from across the set before I can make up my mind. My head jerks up, and I feel an excited twinge in my stomach. It’s Emma March in the flesh! She’s wearing a pink suit and hurrying toward the sofa, closely followed by Rory, who looks even more square-jawed than usual. God, it’s weird seeing celebrities15 up close. They don’t look quite real, somehow.
“Hello!” Emma says cheerfully, and sits down on the sofa. “So you’re the finance people, are you? Gosh, I’m dying for a wee.” She frowns into the lights. “How long is this slot, Zelda?”
“Hi there!” says Rory, and shakes my hand. “Roberta.”
“It’s Rebecca!” says Emma, and rolls her eyes at me sympa-thetically. “Honestly he’s hopeless.” She wriggles16 on the sofa. “Gosh, I really need to go.”
“Too late now,” says Rory
“But isn’t it really unhealthy not to go when you need to?” Emma wrinkles her brow anxiously. “Didn’t we have a phone-in on it once? That weird girl phoned up who only went once a day. And Dr. James said . . . what did he say?”
“Search me,” says Rory cheerfully. “These phone-ins always go over my head. Now I’m warning you, Rebecca,” he adds, turn-ing to me, “I can never follow any of this finance stuff. Far too brainy for me.” He gives me a wide grin and I smile weakly back.
“Ten seconds,” calls Zelda from the side of the set, and my stomach gives a tweak of fear. Over the loudspeakers I can hear theMorning Coffee theme music, signaling the end of a commer-cial break.
“Who starts?” says Emma, squinting17 at the TelePrompTer. “Oh, me.”
So this is it. I feel almost light-headed with fear. I don’t know where I’m supposed to be looking; I don’t know when I’m supposed to speak. My legs are trembling and my hands are clenched18 tightly in my lap. The lights are dazzling my eyes; a camera’s zooming in on my left, but I’ve got to try to ignore it.
“Welcome back!” says Emma suddenly to the camera. “Now, which would you rather have? A carriage clock or ￡20,000?”
What? I think in shock. But that’smy line. That’s what I was going to say.
“The answer’s obvious, isn’t it?” continues Emma blithely20. “We’d all prefer the ￡20,000.”
“Absolutely!” interjects Rory with a cheerful smile.
“But when some Flagstaff Life investors22 received a letter invit-ing them to move their savings23 recently,” says Emma, suddenly putting on a sober face, “they didn’t realize that if they did so, they would lose out on a ￡20,000 windfall. Rebecca Bloomwoodis the journalist who uncovered this story—Rebecca, do you think this kind of deception24 is commonplace?”
And suddenly everyone’s looking at me, waiting for me to reply. The camera’s trained on my face; the studio’s silent.
Two point five million people, all watching at home.
I can’t breathe.
“Do you think investors need to be cautious?” prompts Emma.
“Yes,” I manage in a strange, woolly voice. “Yes, I think they should.”
“Luke Brandon, you represent Flagstaff Life,” says Emma, turning away. “Do you think—”
Shit, I think miserably25. That was pathetic. Pathetic! What’s happened to my voice, for God’s sake? What’s happened to all my prepared answers?
And now I’m not even listening to Luke’s reply. Come on, Rebecca. Concentrate.
“What you must remember,” Luke’s saying smoothly26, “is that nobody’sentitled to a windfall. This isn’t a case of deception!” He smiles at Emma. “This is simply a case of a few investors being a little too greedy for their own good. They believe they’ve missed out—so they’re deliberately27 stirring up bad publicity28 for the company. Meanwhile, there are thousands of people who have benefited from Flagstaff Life.”
What? What’s he saying?
“I see,” says Emma, nodding her head. “So, Luke, would you agree that—”
“Wait a minute!” I hear myself interrupting. “Just. . . just wait a minute. Mr. Brandon, did you just call theinvestors greedy?”
“Not all,” says Luke. “But some, yes.”
I stare at him in disbelief, my skin prickling with outrage29. An image of Janice and Martin comes into my mind—the sweetest, least greedy people in the world—and for a few moments I’m so angry, I can’t speak.
“The truth is, the majority of investors with Flagstaff Lifehave seen record returns over the last five years,” Luke’s continu-ing to Emma, who’s nodding intelligently. “And that’s what they should be concerned with. Good-quality investment. Not flash-in-the-pan windfalls. After all, Flagstaff Life was originally set up to provide—”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, Luke,” I cut in, forcing myself to speak calmly. “Correct me if I’m wrong—but I believe Flagstaff Life was originally set up as a mutual30 company? For themutual benefit of all its members. Not to benefit some at the expense of others.”
“Absolutely,” replies Luke without flickering31. “But that doesn’t entitle every investor21 to a ￡20,000 windfall, does it?”
“Maybe not,” I say, my voice rising slightly. “But surely it enti-tles them to believe they won’t be misled by a company they’ve put their money with for fifteen years? Janice and Martin Webster trusted Flagstaff Life. They trusted the advice they were given. And look where that trust got them!”
“Investment is a game of luck,” says Luke blandly32. “Some-times you win—”
“It wasn’t luck!” I hear myself crying furiously. “Of course it wasn’t luck! Are you telling me it was compete coincidence that they were advised to switch their funds two weeks before the windfall announcements?”
“My clients were simply making available an offer that they believed would add value to their customers’ portfolios,” says Luke, giving me a tight smile. “They have assured me that they were simply wishing to benefit their customers. They have assured me that—”
“So you’re saying your clients are incompetent33, then?” I retort. “You’re saying they had all the best intentions—but cocked it up?”
Luke’s eyes flash in anger and I feel a thrill of exhilaration.
“I fail to see—”
“Well, we could go on debating all day!” says Emma, shifting slightly on her seat. “But moving onto a slightly more—”
“Come on, Luke,” I say, cutting her off. “Comeon. You can’t have it both ways.” I lean forward, ticking points off on my hand. “Either Flagstaff Life were incompetent, or they were deliberately trying to save money. Whichever it is, they’re in the wrong. The Websters were loyal customers and they should have gotten that money. In my opinion, Flagstaff Life deliberately encouraged them out of the with-profits fund to stop them receiving the windfall. I mean, it’s obvious, isn’t it?”
I look around for support and see Rory gazing blankly at me.
“It all sounds a bit technical for me,” he says with a little laugh. “Bit complicated.”
“OK, let’s put it another way,” I say quickly. “Let’s . . .” I close my eyes, searching for inspiration. “Let’s . . . suppose I’m in a clothes shop!” I open my eyes again. “I’m in a clothes shop, and I’ve chosen a wonderful cashmere Nicole Farhi coat. OK?”
“OK,” says Rory cautiously.
“I love Nicole Farhi!” says Emma, perking34 up. “Beautiful knitwear.”
“Exactly,” I say. “OK, so imagine I’m standing35 in the checkout36 queue, minding my own business, when a sales assistant comes up to me and says, ‘Why not buy this other coat instead? It’s better quality—and I’ll throw in a free bottle of perfume.’ I’ve got no reason to distrust the sales assistant, so I think, Wonderful, and I buy the other coat.”
“Right,” says Rory, nodding. “With you so far.”
“But when I get outside,” I say carefully, “I discover that this other coat isn’t Nicole Farhi and isn’t real cashmere. I go back in—and the shop won’t give me a refund37.”
“You were ripped off!” exclaims Rory, as though he’s just discovered gravity.
“Exactly,” I say. “I was ripped off. And the point is, so were thousands of Flagstaff Life customers. They were persuaded out of their original choice of investment, into a fund which left them ￡20,000 worse off.” I pause, marshaling my thoughts. “Perhaps Flagstaff Life didn’t break the law. Perhaps they didn’t contraveneany regulations. But there’s a natural justice in this world, and they didn’t just break that, they shattered it. Those customers deserved that windfall. They were loyal, long-standing customers, and they deserved it. And if you’re honest, Luke Brandon, youknow they deserved it.”
I finish my speech breathlessly and look at Luke. He’s staring at me with an unreadable expression on his face—and in spite of myself, I feel my stomach clench19 with nerves. I swallow, and try to shift my vision away from his—but somehow I can’t move my head. It’s as though our eyes are glued together.
“Luke?” says Emma. “Do you have a response to Rebecca’s point?”
Luke doesn’t respond. He’s staring at me, and I’m staring back, feeling my heart thump38 like a rabbit.
“Luke?” repeats Emma slightly impatiently. “Do you have—”
“Yes,” says Luke. “Yes I do. Rebecca—” He shakes his head, almost smiling to himself, then looks up again at me. “Rebecca, you’re right.”
There’s a sudden still silence around the studio.
I open my mouth, but I can’t make a sound.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Rory and Emma glancing at each other puzzledly.
“Sorry, Luke,” says Emma. “Do you mean—”
“She’s right,” says Luke, and gives a shrug39. “Rebecca’s absolutely right.” He reaches for his glass of water, leans back on his sofa, and takes a sip40. “If you want my honest opinion, those customers deserved that windfall. I very much wish theyhad received it.”
He looks up at me, and he’s wearing that same apologetic expression he had in the corridor. This can’t be happening. Luke’s agreeing with me. How can he be agreeing with me?
“I see,” says Emma, sounding a bit affronted41. “So, you’ve changed your position, then?”
There’s a pause, while Luke stares thoughtfully into his glass of water. Then he looks up and says, “My company is employedby Flagstaff Life to maintain their public profile. But that doesn’t mean that personally I agree with everything they do—or even that I know about it.” He pauses. “To tell you the truth, I had no idea any of this was going on until I read about it in Rebecca’s article inThe Daily World. Which, by the way, was a fine piece of investigative journalism,” he adds, nodding to me. “Congratula-tions.”
I stare back helplessly, unable even to mutter “Thank you.” I’ve never felt so wrong-footed in all my life. I want to stop and bury my head in my hands and think all of this through slowly and carefully—but I can’t, I’m on live television. I’m being watched by 2.5 million people, all around the country.
I hope my legs look OK.
“If I were a Flagstaff customer and this had happened to me, I’d be very angry,” Luke continues. “Thereis such a thing as customer loyalty42; thereis such a thing as playing straight. And I would hope that any client of mine, whom I represent in public, would abide43 by both of those principles.”
“I see,” says Emma, and turns to the camera. “Well, this is quite a turnaround! Luke Brandon, here to represent Flagstaff Life, now says that what they did was wrong. Any further comment, Luke?”
“To be honest,” says Luke, with a wry44 smile, “I’m not sure I’ll be representing Flagstaff Life any more after this.”
“Ah,” says Rory, leaning forward intelligently. “And can you tell us why that is?”
“Oh, honestly, Rory!” says Emma impatiently. She rolls her eyes and Luke gives a little snort of laughter.
And suddenly everyone’s laughing, and I join in too, slightly hysterically45. I catch Luke’s eye and feel something flash in my chest, then quickly look away again.
“Right, well, anyway,” says Emma abruptly46, pulling herself together and smiling at the camera. “That’s it from the finance experts—but, coming up after the break, the return of hot pants to the catwalk . . .”
“. . . and cellulite creams—do they really work?” adds Rory.
“Plus our special guests—Heaven Sent 7—singing live in the studio.”
The theme music blares out of the loudspeakers and both Emma and Rory leap to their feet.
“Wonderful debate,” says Emma, hurrying off. “Sorry, I’mdying for a wee.”
“Excellent stuff,” adds Rory earnestly. “Didn’t understand a word—but great television.” He slaps Luke on the back, raises his hand to me, and then hurries off the set.
And all at once it’s over. It’s just me and Luke, sitting opposite each other on the sofas, with bright lights still shining in our eyes and microphones still clipped to our lapels. I feel slightly shell-shocked.
Did all that really just happen?
“So,” I say eventually, and clear my throat.
“So,” echoes Luke with a tiny smile. “Well done.”
“Thanks,” I say, and bite my lip awkwardly in the silence.
I’m wondering if he’s in big trouble now. If attacking one of your clients on live TV is the PR equivalent of hiding clothes from the customers.
If he really changed his mind because of my article. Because of me.
But I can’t ask that. Can I?
The silence is growing louder and louder and at last I take a deep breath.
“Did you—”
“I was—”
We both speak at once.
“No,” I say, flushing red. “You go. Mine wasn’t . . . You go.”
“OK,” says Luke, and gives a little shrug. “I was just going to ask if you’d like to have dinner tonight.”
What does he mean, have dinner? Does he mean—
“To discuss a bit of business,” he continues. “I very muchliked your idea for a unit trust promotion47 along the lines of the January sales.”
My what?
What idea? What’s he . . .
Oh God,that. Is he serious? That was just one of my stupid, speak-aloud, brain-not-engaged moments.
“I think it could be a good promotion for a particular client of ours,” he’s saying, “and I was wondering whether you’d like to consult on the project. On a freelance basis, of course.”
Consult. Freelance. Project.
He’s serious.
“Oh,” I say, and swallow, inexplicably48 disappointed. “Oh, I see. Well, I . . . I suppose I might be free tonight.”
“Good,” says Luke. “Shall we say the Ritz?”
“If you like,” I say offhandedly49, as though I go there all the time.
“Good,” says Luke again, and his eyes crinkle into a smile. “I look forward to it.”
And then—oh God. To my utter horror, before I can stop myself, I hear myself saying bitchily “What about Sacha? Doesn’t she have plans for you tonight?”
Even as the words hit the air, I feel myself redden. Oh shit. Shit! What did I say that for?
There’s a long silence during which I want to slink off some-where and die.
“Sacha left two weeks ago,” says Luke finally, and my head pops up.
“Oh,” I say feebly. “Oh dear.”
“No warning—she packed up her calfskin suitcase and went.” Luke looks up. “Still, it could be worse.” He gives a dead-pan shrug. “At least I didn’t buy the holdall as well.”
Oh God, now I’m going to giggle50. I mustn’t giggle. Imustn’t.
“I’m really sorry,” I manage at last.
“I’m not,” says Luke, gazing at me seriously, and the laughterinside me dies away. I stare back at him nervously and feel a tingle51 spread across my face.
“Rebecca! Luke!”
Our heads jerk round to see Zelda approaching the set, clip-board in hand.
“Fantastic!” she exclaims. “Just what we wanted. Luke, you were great. And Rebecca . . .” She comes and sits next to me on the sofa and pats my shoulder. “You were so wonderful, we were thinking—how would you like to stand in as our phone-in expert later in the show?”
“What?” I stare at her. “But . . . but I can’t! I’m not an expert on anything.”
“Ha-ha-ha, very good!” Zelda gives an appreciative laugh. “The great thing about you, Rebecca, is you’ve got the common touch. We see you as finance guru meets girl next door. Informa-tive but approachable. Knowledgeable52 but down-to-earth. The financial expert people really want to talk to. What do you think, Luke?”
“I think Rebecca will do the job perfectly,” says Luke. “I can’t think of anyone better qualified53. I also think I’d better get out of your way.” He stands up and smiles at me. “See you later, Rebecca. Bye, Zelda.”
I watch in a daze54 as he picks his way across the cable-strewn floor toward the exit, half wishing he would look back.
“Right,” says Zelda,and squeezes my hand. “Let’s get you sorted.”
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