CARNIVAL (The Spark Form Chronicles Book 2) by Matt Doyle Read Free Book Online Page B

instead."
                  Ooh, the young world of professional jealousy. Still, it'd be a shame if one bad day put him off. You can tell from how much care he's taking that he really wants to be here. "I wouldn't worry about it," I reply. "They probably picked who got to start with the makeup at random. Plus, you got to gain some experience doing other things too and that makes you a potential future asset for them. Did you let them know that you weren't happy doing the odd jobs?"
                  "No," he says with a shake of his head. "I didn't want to cause trouble. Maybe I should have told them. Kevin wasn't happy doing the other jobs today, so he told them and they gave him a different job instead."
                  I give him a short round of applause then reply, "That John was a very wise move. What you did I mean, not what Kevin did. He'll get places quickly like that, but he'll only get so far before his attitude gets in the way. That said, he was completely different around me yesterday so there may be hope for him yet. Either that or all the talk about Carnival freaked him out so much that he couldn't misbehave. Anyway. What was I saying? Oh yeah, that's right. You. You. Now with you, the recruitment guys'll appreciate that you did what needed to be done without complaint and so you've put yourself in a good position from the get-go. Chances are you'll move through Emblem slower than Kevin, but you'll go further than him if you want to. See? Sure, you need to stand up for yourself sometimes, but you need to know how to pick your battles. You did well John too, you did well."
                  He smiles nervously, and his arm relaxes a little. "Th-thank you Mr Forrester."
                  "Call me John, John. Not John-John though, just John, John. Or John also. Or you could try Bob, but I might not answer if you call me that because it's not my name. So what job did Kevin get today?"
                  "He's in makeup again. With Connor Ford."
                  Here it comes ... queue uncontrollable giggling. "Oh, poor Kevin. They must have been really unhappy with him. When is he booked in for that?"
                  "Ten fifteen I think."
                  "Ooh, call him," I giggle. "Call him and see if he's still there. That'll really get Connor angry. Does Connor wear much makeup? No, not much actually. Just general facial smoothing stuff I think. He might even be done already. I bet Connor had fun with him. You should totally ..."
                  Before I can continue my plea for gossip, someone cuts me off with a loud knock at the door. I cough lightly, trying to calm myself, much to amusement of the other John, then let out a musical, "Come in."
                 

DOWNLOADABLE CONTENT: A CONFRONTATION BETWEEN CONNOR FORD AND JOHN FORRESTER
     
                  The picture cuts in abruptly, the initial blur quickly settling and drawing the focus to Connor Ford as he stands, arms crossed, scowling at someone off camera. "Well?" he sneers. "Is the damn thing on or not?"
                  "Is it?" asks the person off camera.
                  "Yeah, we're rolling," replies the cameraman.
                  "OK, swing it around here," says the voice and the camera shot obediently pans around to show a flustered looking Gaz Davis. "Hi," he says to the lens, applying his best TV presenter smile. "I'm Gaz Davis and I'm here ..."
                  "No one gives a damn who you are," Connor Ford cuts in, walking straight across the shot and grabbing Gaz by his jacket as he marches on, the camera following along behind. "Get moving."
                  "Whoa, whoa," whines Gaz. "I'm coming; you don't have to drag me."
                  Connor lets go with a loud harrumph and continues his way through the corridors while Gaz straightens his