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Cameron in the bathroom, drying her pants with the hair dryer. She was wearing Tony's dark-blue silk birthday shirt, with one of his red paisley ties wound round her waist. Her hair was wet from the shower; she looked sensational. 'Come back to bed.'
        'Can't. I've got a breakfast meeting. Got to get there early to check the room isn't bugged.'
        The telephone rang again.
        'You answer it,' said Tony evilly.
        Cameron picked it up.
        'Someone called Alicia,' she said.
        'Say I'm in the shower.'
        'She didn't sound very pleased,' said Cameron, putting down the receiver.
        Scooping up the mini-bottles of shampoo, conditioner, bath gel, and cologne, she dropped them into her bag. Then, peeling the shoulder pads out of her yellow dress, she fixed them into the shoulders of Tony's dark-blue shirt. As she went into the bedroom, she removed a strawberry as big as a cricket ball from the grapefruit on Tony's breakfast tray. 'What are your plans?' asked Tony.
        'I'm in the studios from ten o'clock onwards. I should be through around eight. And you?'
        'I've got people to see. I'm lunching with All MacGraw -more my age group, sweetie.' He kissed Cameron on the forehead. 'And I want that shirt back.' 'You can wear my yellow dress. If I wear it, Ronnie'll know I haven't been home.' Taking a mirror from her bag, she winced at her reflection in the bright sunlight. 'He'll know it anyway.' 'I'll call you later,' said Tony.
        The moment she'd gone, he showered, dressed and, having summoned one of the secretaries from Corinium's American office on 5th Avenue, dictated a completely new treatment for 'Four Men went to Mow'. In the middle, Alicia rang and demanded who had answered the telephone.
        'Your successor,' said Tony, without a trace of compassion, and hung up.
        By midday he had a new and beautifully bound presentation booklet for 'Four Men went to Mow', containing a character analysis of the new hero, who was now the working-class boy
        not the peer's son (who had become a lord), plus a new list of possible stars, suggested locations, story lines, and a couple of pages of simplified dialogue, all based entirely on Cameron's recommendations.
        Ronnie called up as Tony was reading it through. 'How d'you like Cameron?'
        'Like wasn't the operative word. What's bugging her?' 'More enfant than terrible,' said Ronnie, who wanted to do business with Tony very badly, 'but she's too ambitious for her own good, and too upfront. There's a streak of idealism which makes her scream and shout till she gets what she wants; and if you're as sexy as she is you antagonize not only women but also the men who don't get to pull you.
        'Don't tell anyone I told you, but the programme controller's going to axe her last documentary, and she's been so rude to Bella Wakefield she's being taken off the series. But she's bright,' Ronnie sighed. 'Sadly they don't give a shit about talent here any more. But that's off the record.' 'We haven't spoken,' said Tony.
        'As a quid pro quo, can we be the first people to see "Four Men went to Mow? " ' asked Ronnie. 'I know Cameron carved it up, but it looked great to me.' 'Of course,' said Tony smoothly.
        After an exceptionally affable lunch with AH MacGraw, who was an old friend, to discuss a long-term project, Tony strolled down to see USBC, the deadly rivals of NBS.
        At the plaza of the Seagram building tourists and office sat on the walls, eating sandwiches and pizza, trying to woo the blazing sun down between the office blocks on to their bare arms and legs. The flowers in the centre strip of Park Avenue wilted in the heat as Tony sauntered past General Motors and the Pan Am building with their thousand glittering windows, admiring the coloured awnings outside the houses and the beautiful, loping New York girls with their briefcases, who looked back at him with flattering