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                                       “He’s like a different man. How did you do it?”
                                       “We just talked.”
           “Whatever it is, carry on. He’s giving us some of Lady A’s things, and written a cashtot. You’ll never guess how much for ...”
                                Josh let him prattle on.

Changes
                  The changes to Josh’s life were instantaneous. Previously confined to his suite, he was allowed to wander and get to know the staff. He made two discoveries: Madge’s team in the Pond and Pip Profitt, the girl who did the tours.
                  CER’s graduate scheme attracted a certain type. Girls with highlighted hair, rounded vowels and satchels. Pip dressed as though she’d been caught in a paint fight and rattled with piercings. Her hair changed constantly: pink, turquoise, spiked, shaved. She was bouncy, talkative and behaved as though the rules didn’t apply to her. Normally such a mismatch would be kicked out in a fortnight, but she was an outstanding guide. Repeat visitors always asked for “the girl with the hair.”
                  “If you’re doin’ tours, do ‘em with panache. There’s hundreds of museums in this city. Give them an experience they dinna forget.”
                  First he copied her style. “No! Be yourself.”
                  “I don’t know how.”
                  “Bollocks. I like you. The Pond likes you. Lord Langton frickin’ adores you.”
    “Really?”
                  “Must do. He dinna used to give this place the time of day.”
                  Josh allowed himself a small glow. It didn’t last.
                  “Wakey wakey! When I’m done you’ll be the sultan of tour guides.”
                  If that wasn’t enough, he had classes with Ozols about etiquette. “What does that mean?” he’d asked.
                  “The proper way to behave.”
    At first he’d been intrigued. By the third class he’d realised it was mainly table manners and ‘conversational technique’. They kept being interrupted by Monty, a malevolent ginger tom Ozols loved to distraction. If he wasn’t bringing in mangled rodents and demanding they admire them, he was spraying the plants or squatting in the wastepaper basket. He’d never heard of etiquette.
                                “Not being funny, but does any of this matter ?” Josh was sitting at a table she had laid out. There was a formidable array of cutlery and glasses; he had to pick which to use first.
                                “In the grand scheme of things, no. But if you don’t want HG to think ‘Pleb’-”
                                “Won’t she anyway?”
                                “When you’re at the Palace you’re representing us. You need to put on a good show.”
                                “Seems a bit pointless.”
                  “Langton’s rubbing off on you. You never used to be this gobby.”
                                Next he pretended she was the sovereign. The correct form of address was Your Grace, you had to bow and do a complicated handshake. “She or Prince Wulfric will ask what you do -”
                                “What do I do?”
                                “You’re a celebrity artificial.”
                                “What’s a celebrity?”
                                “Somebody famous.”
                                “How can I be