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insisting on staying very involved. I’m sending all the info over to you now.’
    â€˜Since I’m kinda pulling this out of my ass at the last minute, can you tell me who we’re pitching against?’ I asked. If you didn’t ask, you didn’t get. ‘Pretty please?’
    â€˜Uh, okay, but you didn’t hear it from me,’ he replied, lowering his voice. ‘Ventura and CAR PR.’
    Motherfucking Carrie Anne. No wonder she’d had been so smug at her piece of shit purse party.
    â€˜CAR PR?’ I did a spectacular job of keeping my tone light. ‘You’re looking at boutique agencies too?’
    â€˜Miaow, Lopez.’ Stephen crackled with laughter. ‘They’re not doing bad work. And I heard they have some kind of hook-up with Sadie Nixon, the model? We’re looking at her to be the face of the brand. I heard she’s coming back up.’
    â€˜She’s my fucking roommate,’ I shrieked, all sense of professionalism lost. Dammit. And that was why I would never be an Erin. ‘Sadie Nixon is my roommate.’
    â€˜She is?’ His voice perked up way more than I would have liked. ‘Wouldn’t hurt for you to work her into your proposal, although we haven’t spoken to her agent yet so it’s kind of sensitive.’
    â€˜No worries, I won’t say anything,’ I promised. ‘But she is looking at more selective jobs right now, so I’d get my ducks in a row before you speak to her if I were you.’
    â€˜Understood,’ he replied. ‘And, uh, totally off topic, but I don’t suppose you know whether or not she’s dating someone right now?’
    There is almost never an upside to having a model for a roommate. The free clothes they get never fit you, they hardly ever buy pizza, and it’s hard to flirt a man into asking you on a date when he’s got visions of your roomie prancing down the runway at the last Victoria’s Secret show waltzing through his imagination.
    â€˜I’ll talk to you later, Stephen,’ I said as sweetly as I could, checking my inbox for his email before I hung up. Before I could even open the attachment, my extension rang again. This time, I recognized the number.
    â€˜Erin, dollface, are you gonna be happy with me,’ I said, clicking to answer.
    â€˜What did you do?’ she asked. ‘Or who didn’t you?’
    â€˜Ha-fucking-ha. Stephen Hall just called and asked us to pitch for Bertie Bennett’s new fashion line,’ I replied, unfolding my long legs and stretching them out on my desk. It wasn’t a look I liked to encourage, but hell, I’d earned my moment. ‘Erin, Stephen Hall just called
us
.’
    â€˜Jenny, that’s amazing,’ she squealed. ‘I’ve been working them for years. You’re a goddess.’
    â€˜I am, but I’m also going to have to be a miracle worker. They want the pitch by Wednesday night.’ I screwed up my face, scanning through the documents he’d sent me and forwarding them to Erin. ‘Any chance we can put our heads together on this?’
    â€˜I’ll free up all of tomorrow,’ she confirmed. ‘We’re absolutely going to win this.’
    â€˜CAR PR are pitching,’ I told her, that nasty vomity taste in my mouth again. ‘I want to kick their ass.’
    â€˜Done and done,’ Erin said. ‘It will be my Christmas gift to you. But speaking of Christmas, did you and Angie make plans yet?’
    â€˜No,’ I said, imagining the look on Carrie Anne Roitfeld’s face when she found out I’d won the Bennett business and she had won a kick in the vagina from me. ‘She’s being whiny and I’ve been really busy sulking about Jeff’s impending offspring.’
    â€˜Which kind of makes me regret what I’m about to suggest,’ she said. ‘But I was talking to Thomas and we were thinking, why don’t the