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newspaper squarely at Blue.
    ‘Nice, nice, like it!’ nodded Blue, looking at Tiger’s beautiful face staring up at him from the front pages, ‘but god who’s that next to Ti– Sharon Stone! Oh Dave, that’s not a hair do, that’s a hair don’t!’
    ‘Well, I’m not keen on Sharon’s make-up either in that one I have to say. God, if I could get my brushes on her. Tiger looks amaaazing as usual. I must find out what red she uses on her lips.’
    ‘Guerlain, darling. I should know, she gets through one a week! Leaves most of it on her champagne glass, bless her. In fact, last night she was probably leaving it somewhere much more intimate.’
    Dave’s eyes widened. ‘No way! Whose microphone was she speaking into then? Dirty hussy!’
    ‘Who d’you think! Who’s in these gossip page pictures with her leaving L’Homard last night?’
    ‘Rex? Nah, they’ve been working together for years – she could have anyone, surely not – Rex?
    ‘Mm, hmm.’
    ‘But you were so drunk last night, how do you know?’
    ‘Well—’ there was a pause ‘—she certainly didn’t come home last night.’
    ‘No way!’
    ‘Yes way. Oooh, saved by the bell!’ exclaimed Blue, making a grab for his mobile which was now ringing loudly from inside his locker. Dave rolled his eyes at the interruption, feeling cheated of more salacious gossip.
    ‘Lewis!’ shrilled Blue. ‘Yes … no I’ve no idea, I haven’t seen her this morning. Isn’t she rehearsing with Pepper? No … no … well I didn’t go home with her, you see, she … er … I stayed out with a friend I think … no. Well I don’t remember much, er – no. What? Vegas? No way! When? Oh my god, wait ‘til she hears! Why? But I want to give her the news … oh okay then … no I won’t, don’t worry. Yesss boss. Speak later!
    ‘Aaaaagh!’ squealed Blue to the entire changing room, dropping his towel and waving his mobile over his head. ‘She got the Vegas deal! Oh my god, oh my god, ohmygod! Oh! Liberace, I’m coming home!’

Chapter 4
    This morning it was the weathergirl’s turn to rattle Sienna Starr’s cage.
    ‘Thick cloud cover over the city and a low wind chill means mild temperatures of around seventeen degrees. Don’t get too excited though, we’re in for a grey day in the city, with patchy rain through to the evening. So take your umbrellas to work with you today …’
    ‘Bitch! Sort the weather out!’ Sienna hurled the words at the portable tv, flicking irritably through the channels and wondering what the hell she was going to wear for work now. Her carefully planned fake Pucci dress would never look good against miserable rain clouds. Hearing the loud hiss of a pan boiling over in the kitchen she made a dash for the hob. As she stirred the steaming milk into her porridge oats, Sienna hurriedly rethought her dress strategy, deciding to wear her vintage Burberry trench coat – yet another Tiger hand-me-down – teamed with her trusty Topshop beret. Very resistance,
trés mysterieuse
, she thought, imagining her wafting past Rex Hunter in the office all leggy, lissom and chic. Phew, style on a serious budget certainly took some preparation, she thought, gulping her porridge, especially when thrown a curveball by some dumb dolly weathergirl.
    Sienna hummed as she dressed, feeling unusually clear headed and refreshed from a good night’s sleep. There was no way she was going to stay out getting drunk last night when she needed to make a good impression on Rex Hunter. It was bloody typical that she hadn’t got her new job herself; as usual her sister Tiger had pulled strings on her behalf. Hell, she hadn’t even wanted to work in public relations, but then as far as Sienna was concerned, anything that got her closer to the kind of glamour and celebrity that her older sister had been enjoying for years was well worth giving a go. It was high time Sienna had her own taste of the good life. Of course, the moment Sienna was introduced to the