Part 32 (1/2)
”Hi, Daniel Connelly, please.”
”One moment.”
b.l.o.o.d.y 'Greensleeves' again. She danced around the room to the music while she waited. Chris walked in, took one look at her and closed the door again. Holly smiled.
”h.e.l.lo?”
”Daniel?”
”Yes.”
”Hiya, it's Holly.”
”How are you doin', Holly?”
”I'm grand, thanks, you? 'Couldn't be better.”
”That's a nice complaint.”
He laughed. ”How's that snazzy job of yours?”
”Well, actually that's why I'm calling.” Holly sounded guilty.
”Oh no!” he laughed. ”I have made it company policy not to employ any more Kennedys here.”
Holly giggled, ”Oh d.a.m.n, and I was so looking forward to throwing drinks over the customers.”
He laughed. ”So what's up?”
”Do I remember hearing you say you needed to advertise Club Diva more?” Well, he had actually thought that he was saying it to Sharon, but she knew he wouldn't remember that minor detail.
”I do recall saying that, yes.”
”Good, well how would you like to advertise it in magazine X?”
”Is that the name of the magazine you work on?”
”No, I just thought it would be an interesting question, that's all,” she joked. ”Of course it's where I work!”
”Oh of course, I'd forgotten, that's the magazine that has offices just around the corner from me!” he said sarcastically. ”The one that causes you to walk by my front door every day, and yet you still don't call in. Why don't I see you at lunchtime?” he teased. ”Isn't my pub good enough for you?”
”Oh, everyone here eats their lunch at their desks,” she explained. ”So what do you think?”
”I think that's very boring of you all.”
”No, I mean what do you think about the ad?”
”Yeah sure, that's a good idea.”
”OK, well, I'll put it in the November issue. Would you like it placed monthly?”
”Would you like to tell me how much that would set me back?” he laughed.
Holly totted up the figures and told him.
”Hmm...,” he said, thinking. ”I'll have to think about it, but I'll definitely go for the November edition.”
”Oh, that's great! You'll be a millionaire after this goes to print.”
”I better be,” he laughed. ”By the way, there's a launch party for some new drink coming up next week. Can I put your name down for an invite?”
”Yeah, that would be great. What new drink is it?”
”Blue Rock, it's called. It's a new Alco pop drink that's apparently going to be huge. Tastes like s.h.i.+te but it's free all night so I'll buy the rounds.”
”Wow, you're such a good advertis.e.m.e.nt for it,” she laughed. ”When is it on?” She took out her diary and made a note of it. ”That's perfect, I can come straight after work.”
”Well, make sure you bring your bikini to work in that case.”
”Make sure I bring my what?”
”Your bikini,” he laughed. ”It has a beach theme.”
”But it's winter, you nutter.”
”Hey, it wasn't my idea. The slogan is 'Blue Rock, the hot new drink for winter&rsquo.”
”Ugghh, how tacky,” she groaned.
”And messy. We're getting sand thrown all over the floor, which will be a nightmare to clean up. Anyway, listen, I better get back to work, we're mad busy today.”
”OK, thanks, Daniel. Have a think about what you want your ad to say and get back to me.”
”Will do.”
She hung up and sat quietly for a moment. Finally she stood up and went next door to Chris's office, a thought occurring to her.
”You finished dancing in there?” he chuckled.
”Yeah, I just made up a routine. Came in to show you,” she joked.
”What's the problem?” he said, finis.h.i.+ng off what he was writing and taking off his gla.s.ses.
”No problem; just an idea.”
”Take a seat.” He nodded to the chair in front of him. Just three weeks ago she had sat there for an interview, and now here she was putting ideas forward to her new boss. Funny how life changed so quickly, but then again she had learned that already...
”What's the idea?”
”Well, you know Hogan's around the corner?”